Twisted Passions #16

He pushed her against the marble, fingers sinking into her hips. Her dress bunched at her waist. Cold stone pressed her spine while his cock slid thick between her thighs, dragging slow enough to make her knees buckle. She reached back blindly and curled her palm around him, guiding the head through slick heat until he drove in on one sure stroke. He filled her so deep her breath caught. He stayed there, pulsing, while she clenched around him. A single drop of sweat rolled down his chest and fell onto the curve of her ass. He pulled back, almost all the way, then slammed forward again. Her cheek stayed flat on the stone, mouth open. Every thrust shoved her forward a little farther until her breasts spilled over the edge. He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head with one hand. The slap of skin echoed in the quiet room. She came first, legs shaking, inner walls fluttering around him. He gave three last, brutal thrusts, grunted once, and spilled hot inside her. His hips stuttered, then stilled. The marble chilled their skin while they caught their breath.