Kayden
The rhythm built fast. Rhys fucked me harder, deeper until the deck creaked faintly under us. I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning shamelessly.
Rhys reached around and wrapped his hand around my cock again, stroking me in time with his hips, twisting at the head on every upstroke.
He pulled out suddenly, pinning me halfway so he could kiss me properly, face to face, hungry and claiming every inch of my mouth.
Then he turned me back, bent me over further and slammed back in. The angle made me see another version of stars.
My eyes rolled every time his balls slapped against mine with every brutal thrust. One hand came down in a light smack on my ass, the sting blooming into heat that made me clench around him.
I liked that. It made me want him even more.
"Again," I begged.
He obliged, spanking the other cheek while pounding into me, never breaking their filthy rhythm. His chest pressed against my back as he leaned over, biting my shoulder and sucking hard.
