"Move your hips," Ross commanded from behind, his voice calm but firm. "Make me come, Gwen. Do it, or don't—it doesn't matter to me. Either way, you'll finish this."
For a long moment, Gwen froze, unsure of how to respond. Her heart pounded in her chest as his words sank in. There was no choice. He wasn't giving her one.
Pak!
Tentatively, Gwen began to move, her hips rising and falling along his length. Her motions were hesitant at first, but as her body adjusted, the familiar pressure began to build inside her again. Her juices coated his cock, easing her movements, though the stretch remained intense.
"Hahhh…"
"Hahhh…"
"Hahhh…"
Her breathing grew ragged, each gasp punctuated by soft, involuntary moans. The friction, the heat, the overwhelming fullness—it was too much, and soon, Gwen was lost once more to the chaos of her own desire. She moved faster, grinding down on him as waves of pleasure overtook her.
