I feel the sharp tug of his wound with every movement…h must be in agony…but it only makes him drive harder, deeper, chasing the pleasure onlt I can give him.h
"Take it," he snarls against my ear, bending over me, his chest brushing my back. "Take every fucking inch. This pussy is mine isn't it?."
I whimper, still trying to fight it. "Zane please… your wound… I can't lose yo….you."
But my body betrays me completely. My hips push bck to meet his thrusts, my walls fluttering nd clenching greedily around his thick cockk.
The angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over and over agin. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my belly when he reaches around with one hand and finds my swollen clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles while he pounds into me.
The pressure is overwhelmingly perfct that my thighs shake violently. My moans grow louder, more broken.
"Oh my god….Zane…Zane...I'm…."
