Walker
I grab her waist as she grinds into me. Her moans are louder, louder than fucking usual and maybe it is all the pent-up frustration but I feel like a man possessed when we're together this way—like an animal who can't be tamed or contained by anything other than raw lust for my woman's body. She feels so good wrapped around me that even if there were no electricity between us, I'd still want to fuck every day.
"More,'' she screams, her hands coming up to tug at my hair.
