Twisted Passions #10: Lamoyne Hotel 4

She arched back against silk sheets when his mouth found her nipple, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. His fingers worked between her legs with steady pressure, circling her clit until her thighs trembled. She grabbed his wrist, pushed two fingers deeper inside herself, riding the friction with small desperate rolls of her hips. Sweat clung to her lower back. He flipped her onto her stomach without asking and pulled her hips up, entering her in one hard thrust that knocked the breath from her lungs. His hand pinned the back of her neck against the pillow while he fucked her steady and deep, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. She reached under herself and rubbed tight circles over her swollen clit until the first wave hit—tight, liquid, shaking through her spine. He didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through it, pushing another orgasm out of her before the first one finished. She clawed at the sheets, throat raw from the sounds tearing out of her. When he finally came he buried himself to the hilt, flooding her with hot pulses she could feel with every twitch of his cock inside her. They stayed locked like that, breathing hard, until his grip loosened and sweat cooled on their skin.