An hour ago it had been a chore.
She had ridden him with a blank face and a stiff body, hips rising and falling only to finish his lust so she could be rid of him.
After all, in her eyes he was nothing more than a slightly stronger fool who got infatuated by her body much like many others.
But she was wrong...oh so wrong...
"Aaaah! It feels too fucking good! Stop and I will kill… nnnghhh!"
Luke drove into her to the root and stayed there, grinding, while his mouth closed over her nipple.
He licked it, sucked it, flicked the tight peak with his tongue until her cry broke into a wet gasp. His arm locked around her back and lifted her off the mattress.
She hung there, pinned on his cock, thighs shaking, impaled so deep she could feel him in places her mate had never reached.
Those unexplored spots lit up with every thrust. Pleasure punched through her belly, nothing like the brief, dutiful coupling she had known her whole life.
