I couldn’t stop shaking, my fingers gripping his arms as I moaned through the sheer, unbearable pleasure of it all. My body felt paralyzed as he approached, his steps slow, deliberate, like a predator drawn to its prey. “You like this kind of stuff more than you want to admit.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as his words hung in the air. “You are,” he said, his voice lowering slightly. His breaths were ragged, his body trembling. different. The rawness of what we had just shared, the intimacy, the unfiltered connection, left me breathless. He had me in every way, and as his thrusts became more deliberate, more commanding. “Jose,” I whispered as we broke apart, my voice trembling, barely audible, a last feeble attempt to grasp at the edges of reason. With a sharp tug, he pulled me upright, my back arching as his thick length plunged into me in one deep, devastating thrust. His lips descended to my breasts, his teeth catching one nipple before pulling and releasing it with a soft pop, only to
