My hands drop from the headboard to her hips, holding her in place as I drive into her with all my strength. The force of it sends her head knocking against the headboard with an audible thud, but all she does is scream my name, her voice raw with pleasure.
Cursing under my breath, I quickly lift one hand and brace it against the headboard in front of her so her head hits my palm
instead of the hard surface as I maintain the punishing pace. The ache in my knuckles from absorbing each impact barely registers—drowned out by the pleasure building at the base of my spine.
My vision blurs as the slow, inevitable trickle of my sperm winds its way up my cock, every relentless thrust forcing it higher.
Not yet. Not until she falls apart for me first.
