His cock stretched her open, the head popping past her tight entrance before he bottomed out with a wet schlup.
The wet squelch of her arousal mixed with his own sweat and the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the quiet room.
"Ah—! Cale—!" Emma's voice cracked, high and shy.
The glow of the sun through the window painted her pale skin in silver and pink, highlighting the faint red marks from his mouth still blooming on her tits.
Cale's brows furrowed, one hand sliding up to cup the side of her throat while the other dug into the soft flesh of her hip, as he pulled her closer.
"Shh…," he growled against her lips.
He pulled out almost completely, the head of his cock dragging along her dripping folds, then slammed back in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The impact made her tits bounce heavily. Emma's mouth fell open on a silent cry, thighs clamping around his waist on instinct.
