*Pah. Pah.*
The wet slap of her body meeting his filled the room.
Luke had known shy women, assertive ones, and the ones who started quiet and then took what they wanted. None of them were like this one though.
Agatha bounced on his cock with her crimson eyes locked on his face, hips wide and heavy, flesh rippling every time she dropped and took him to the root.
Her tight folds dragged along his length on every rise and swallowed him on every fall. She was soaked enough that the slide should have been noisy with pleasure. It was only skin and breath. Not one moan left her mouth.
He watched her with amusement, hands resting loose on those breedable hips.
"Wanting to get done with it, woman?"
Agatha's eyes narrowed. A growl sat low in her throat.
"Don't you dare regard me like that. You wanted to fuck me, so here we are. Enjoy yourself and leave."
