Skylar sank down onto me, inch by inch, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and determination. Unlike Akari's theatrical performance, Skylar kept quiet, only the sharp intake of breath and flaring of her nostrils betraying the intensity she felt.
"Fuck, you're big," she muttered, halfway down my cock.
I couldn't resist. "That's not what you were saying earlier."
Her eyes snapped to mine, violet irises darkening with challenge. "Shut up."
She slammed down, taking me to the hilt in one brutal movement. We both gasped. She was impossibly tight, her body squeezing me like she wanted to break me in half.
"Make me," I taunted.
She grabbed my face and crashed her mouth against mine. Her teeth caught my bottom lip, biting hard enough to draw blood. The coppery taste spread between us as she started to ride me with furious intensity. This wasn't lovemaking. This was a battle.
