Like a hungry lion, he stood back just enough to line his throbbing cock up against her swollen clit, the slick head pressing hot and insistent right there, right against her opening.
He rubbed, slow and deliberate. Every downward stroke dragged his thick length along her clit, smearing his precum and her slick wetness in glistening trails. The wet, obscene sound filled the room—schlick… schlick… schlick—each glide sending sparks shooting up her spine.
Rexa's head fell back, a high, broken cry tearing from her throat as her body arched violently.
Cale didn't tease her anymore.
He grabbed her hips with both hands, the muscles in his forearms flexing like steel cables, and slammed forward in one brutal thrust. His thick cock punched straight through her tight walls in a single, savage motion, burying itself to the hilt until his hips slammed against her ass with a wet slap.
