Elaris's POV
He pumped in and out of him with calculated thrusts. Each thrust felt like it was mean to make me feel more than his cock. They made me feel his desire and want for me, his worship of my body, and pleasure—mind-numbing, breath-stifling, and breathtaking pleasure.
He drove in and out of my sex, his cock stretching and filling up my sheath completely, all the way in.
Loud, sloshy noises consumed the air with each slap of our hips.
My throat burned and itched with so many moans leaving my throat that I couldn't keep up. Each of them was low, raw, and exciting. They made me want more and more of his thrusts.
Her fingers didn't leave my hair. He gripped to it, trapping me entirely to his cock, and I couldn't break free, even if I wanted to.
One brutal slap thudded against my ass, and I spasm against his cock, clenching tight around him.
"Remember, my name, Ela. I want to hear it from your lips," he ordered again.
