“Oh please,” I beg. Ethan’s grip on my thighs tightens and I can feel him pulsing inside of me. He pulls out of me and I feel his length as he slides his cock so it grazes my clit. My sensitive clit erupts in sparks at the friction and my body jerks.
“Odis updated me that the rogues finally cracked. They’ve shared information regarding who…” he pulls back before his hips thrust forward and push into me again. “… sent them,” he grunts.
“We now know their motive and who they’re working for,” he says it like we’re just having a conversation. Talking like this is a normal day and he doesn’t have me pinned against the glass while he fucks me into oblivion. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, this position is mind-blowing.
He continues his onslaught of thrusts as I struggle to hold on. His thrusts are hard, almost angry. My moans fill the room one after the other and all I can do is continue taking him, taking his frustration, taking his anger, taking what he gives me.
