Aria woke to the sensation of being filled.
Schlop. Schlop. Schlop.
Kael was moving inside her—his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her from behind. She was on her side, one leg hooked over his waist, his cock buried so deep she could feel it in her stomach.
"Wha—how long was I—"
"Ten minutes." His voice was rough in her ear. "And we're just getting started."
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
He sped up.
"AHHN—wait—I'm still sore—AHHHN—"
"Your soreness isn't my problem." But his pace softened slightly, becoming rhythmic rather than brutal. "Your pleasure is."
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
Aria's moans filled the room again—ahhn, ahhn, fuck, fuck, FUCK—as her overstimulated body woke back up. Her pussy, swollen and overused, clenched around him anyway, muscle memory and desperate need overriding the pain.
"Harder—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
He gave her harder.
"AHHHHN—YES—LIKE THAT—AHHHHHN—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
