Nia wasn't giving him the satisfaction of breaking her. Her laugh came low and taunting between moans, her voice daring him.
"That all you've got? Come on, Nash, make it hurt."
She planted her palms on the sofa, pushing it forward an inch, her ass pressing back into him with a sharp roll of her hips.
Her cheeks bounced firm and round against his thighs, the heat of her skin slick with sweat.
She used the momentum to pop herself forward and then back again, meeting his thrusts harder.
Then, with a sudden twist, she swung one leg up and over his hip, then the other, hooking her ankles tight behind his back. Her grip was strong, her thighs squeezing him like a vise, locking them together.
Each time he drove in, she pulled with her legs, forcing him deeper, the clash of their hips sounding harder and wetter. Her grin was wicked through her panting, eyes flashing in challenge.
"Come on, champ. Keep up."
