"Fuck… Nico…" she moaned as he picked up speed, alternating between long, deep strokes and short, shallow ones.
His heavy balls smacked against her with every thrust, the impact sending jolts straight to her clit. Sweat beaded on his chest and dripped onto her breasts, sliding down her curves and mixing with her own perspiration.
The angle allowed him to grind against her swollen clit with every downstroke, creating an agonizingly perfect friction. Pleasure built rapidly, coiling tightly in her belly like a spring on the verge of snapping.
"You feel that?" he asked without breaking pace. "Whether you hate me or not. Whether it's wrong or not. You're going to give me that heir, Mara."
She hated this… hated him, but right now, she wanted him.
The two feelings twisted together until she couldn't tell them apart.
