I leaned down, teeth grazing her neck, then bit just hard enough to make her gasp. My other hand slipped between us, thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. She bucked, pussy clenching around me like a fist.
"Look at you," I rasped, thrusting deeper, slower now, dragging every inch out before slamming back in. "Soaking wet, legs spread wide, begging for it. You're a fucking mess for me."
"Evan—" Her voice cracked, hands clawing at my shoulders. "Harder. Please."
I obliged, pounding into her, the rug burning my knees. I grabbed her hips, lifted her ass off the floor, angling her so I hit that spot inside that made her eyes roll back. My fingers dug into her flesh, leaving red marks.
"Feel that?" I said, voice rough. "That's me owning this pussy. Every thrust—mine. Every moan—mine."
She whimpered, nodding frantically, tits bouncing with every slam. I leaned over, sucked one nipple into my mouth, tongue flicking, teeth scraping. She cried out, back bowing.
