Then Ross ducked down, mouth hot and eager, and latched onto her nipple.
His tongue was relentless, swirling and flicking in fast, rough strokes, his teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
He sucked hard, drawing as much pleasure from her as he gave, completely focused on the way her body reacted.
Jade's moan cracked in her throat.
Her rhythm faltered for a moment—Ross's grip on her breast was too tight, his mouth too distracting—but she gritted her teeth and didn't stop. She couldn't. She wouldn't.
He might have her chest pinned and her upper body locked in place, but her hips were still free—and she used them with ruthless determination.
Pak. Pak. Pak.
The wet, rhythmic sound of her body slapping against his filled the room like a drumbeat of desire.
Her ass bounced beautifully, her toned thighs flexing with every powerful thrust downward.
Ross's cock filled her completely, stretching her in a way that made her dizzy, but she wanted more. Needed it.
