The door slammed shut behind them, and Ariel was already on him—mouth hot, hands everywhere.
“Been thinking about your cock all night,” she breathed against his neck.
He growled, grabbing her ass, lifting her as her legs wrapped around him. “You’re gonna say that with my dick down your throat in two minutes.”
She laughed, biting his lip. “Make it one.”
They crashed into the bedroom. Clothes flew. She dropped to her knees, teasing him with her tongue, eyes locked on his while he groaned, fisting her hair.
“Fuck, you’re filthy,” he muttered.
“Mhm,” she said, lips slick. “You love it.”
He tossed her on the bed, pulled her hips to the edge, and drove into her hard. She gasped, nails digging into his back.
“Fucking take it,” he growled.
“I am, baby. Harder.”
He flipped her, grabbed her hair, pounded her until she was moaning loud, begging for more. “You like being used like this?”
“Yes—fuck yes—don’t stop.”
She came with a scream, legs shaking, voice hoarse. They didn’t stop. She rode him next, wild, untamed—like the storm she was.
By the end, Ariel lay there wrecked, grinning. “You just got dragged into the deep, baby. Hope you can swim.”
David
2025-05-07 07:10:17 +0000 UTC