The bed rocked steadily beneath us, headboard tapping the wall in time with every hard thrust. Lara was flat on her back now, legs wrapped high around my waist, heels locked behind my lower back pulling me in deeper. Her garter straps stretched tight across the tops of her thighs, stockings still clinging to her skin, damp with sweat. My body covered hers completely—chest pressed to her soft, heavy breasts, nipples dragging against me every time I moved.
"Are you loving my cock, baby? Arghh…" I groaned low against her ear, hips snapping forward, burying myself to the hilt.
"Yeahh… a lot…" she moaned, voice shaky and sweet. Her head tilted to the side, eyes fluttering closed, lips curved in a dreamy smile as pleasure rolled through her.
I brought my hand up fast—light slap across her cheek, just enough sting to snap her attention back.
"Look here, bitch!" I said, voice rough. I cupped her jaw, forcing her gaze to lock on mine. "Eyes on me."
