When she felt Sean’s hand sliding lower still, two fingers going to work circling over her clit, she thought she’d scream with impatience. She began to grind her ass into him, feeling his body clench tight behind her, earning another spank, slightly harder this time, against her other ass cheek. Riya moved one hand between her spread legs, cupping and kneading the balls pressed snugly against her. His groan was music to her ears but he gave her cheek another hot pat that caused her to suck air between her teeth. Flipping her long hair out of her way, sending it cascading over her back, she glanced over her shoulder and met his eyes. His were glazed over now from pure lust, as she suspected hers were as well. His eyes were full green, boring into her. “Fuck. Me. Now.” Squeezing his sac again to emphasize her demand. He smiled but it was calculating. He gathered her hair in his fist, gripping her shoulder with the other hand. Then he pulled back and slammed into her, and it took both hands and all her strength to keep her balanced on the edge of the bed. His cock stroked against her womb with each thrust. “Sean…please don’t stop!” The grip his hands had on her was hard, not giving her any chance to move as he pounded in and out of her as if it was a matter of life or death.
