C123 What If He Finds Out?

"I could take my time, fuck you slow and sweet," I rasped, thrusting deep into her from behind. "But we both know you don’t want that."

Her curves, the way she arched—spine taut like a drawn bow—made for this.

I held her still, stretching her to take every inch as I drove in harder. My fingers dug into soft flesh, forcing her to stay still as I drove in again, harder this time