"You feel so good, Cara. So tight… so perfect."
His words made her shudder.
She was no longer shy, no longer nervous.
Her body had surrendered to his, and all that remained was sensation—wave after wave of hot, pulsing pleasure building from her cunt, radiating outward until her entire being was trembling beneath him.
And she knew she was going to come again—harder than before.
Cara's intuition had been right—Ross knew exactly what he was doing.
He wasn't just using his cock to pleasure her; he was using his entire body, and every inch of her responded to his touch like a finely tuned instrument.
As he continued to thrust into her from behind—his thick shaft stretching her deep, filling her completely—he let one hand glide up her torso, sliding over the curve of her waist until it found her breast.
He cupped it possessively, kneading the soft mound before his fingers found her nipple and began to play.
