Twisted Passions #24

She climbed onto him with purpose, her hips rolling in a slow grind that had them both breathing heavier. His hands slid up her thighs, gripping hard as she sank down and took him all the way in one smooth motion. The first thrust pulled a sound from her throat—low, open. She moved again, deeper this time, then again, finding her rhythm against him. His fingers dug into her skin, urging her faster, rougher. They met each thrust with equal hunger, the heat between them building fast. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, her mouth brushing his before pulling back to watch the way his eyes darkened as she rode him harder.