He didn’t want to just hammer into her like he was some breeding stag that had finally been let out of his pen. He’d done that before, and it had suited what he needed at the time, but those women had been sturdier built. He sat back onto his heels and replaced the soft fleshy end of his dick with his right index finger, sliding it into her while gripping her waist with his free hand to hold her still. Nora let out a sharp exhale. “What are you doing?” she whispered. Matt pulled his finger out slowly and replaced it with two. Her muscles clamped around him so tightly he could hardly stand it. When he finally did manage to get his cock inside he wasn’t going to last. “Making you ready,” he said, swirling his fingers around inside her and massaging the stretch of skin that always tore with his thumb. He removed his fingers and rubbed her slickness all over the lips of her cunt. “I am ready,” she moaned into her quilt.
