Rex looked down at her, a dark, triumphant grin spreading across his face. He reached down, burying his hands in her damp, tangled hair to guide her and steady her as she worked him with a voracious, almost violent passion.
He was deeply impressed because, finally, the "gentle druid" had vanished, replaced by a woman who knew exactly how to worship a cock like it was a god.
Rex's grin darkened, shifting from mere impression to a fierce, predatory pride. He wasn't just satisfied, but he was emboldened by her ferocity.
He reached down, his large, calloused hands diving deep into her silken, sodden hair, his fingers tangling near her scalp to gain a firm, unyielding grip.
"Good job, Nerith... it seems like I don't need to hold back anymore."
He didn't just let her set the pace anymore. He took control of her head, his grip tightening until she was forced to look up at him, her eyes watering from the sheer intensity of his hold.
