Pulling my legs open, he took his cock in hand, and guided it swiftly inside me. I still didn’t know how to react, and still clutched the towel to me. A small smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a twinge of electricity shoot through me. He rolled us over to one side of the bed, me on top, his softening cock still inside me, and did his best to pull half the duvet over us. I matched his thrusts, and squeezed down on him, wanting to give him the pleasures he was giving me. He merely smirked, and pushed himself up so he was kneeling above me. He moved one hand closer to my core, circled two fingers around my wet centre, before firmly pushing them in deep. Holding my hands above my head, he rendered me helpless. He hurriedly tried to push his jeans down his legs in an awkward shuffle, and when he had one foot out, he positioned himself comfortably. “You’re bleeding.”
I frowned.
