Sora's POV
"This is coercion," I managed to gasp between breaths, my voice shaking with every jolt of his body against mine. "It's illegal— ahh—!"
"Oh yeah?" he murmured against my ear, tightening his grip on my hips. "Then why are you moaning nonstop? Am I wrong?"
My legs were hooked over his arms, completely useless, flying helplessly every time he lifted and dropped me onto him. The angle was so obscene, deep, and relentless, and the friction was so good it made my brain short-circuit in the most satisfying way.
"Only because it feels good!" I shot back, but the protest dissolved into a broken cry when he drove up into me harder.
White flashed across my vision.
"Fuckkk…" I whimpered, head falling back.
The pressure inside me was already building again, fast, frighteningly fast. I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to. My body felt boneless, my thighs trembling so badly I knew I'd collapse if he let go.
