"Wait, fuck... don't go... right there," I grunted, my fingers digging into Darius's shoulders in an effort to get him even closer. Though I wasn't sure that was possible.
The table shifted under my ass, rocking back and forth from the force of his thrusts as his hips slammed into me in a steady rhythm. My legs were locked around his waist, my head lolling back as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin of my throat.
His strong arm was wound around my waist, keeping me fused to him as the head of his dick struck that deep, perfect spot inside me and I groaned loudly.
My shirt was draped on the chair to my right, my jeans were on the floor by the refrigerator where Darius had stripped them from me, and my underwear lay on the tile at his feet. They had finally fallen off after he left them dangling on my ankle in his urgency to bury his dick in me after a fresh shower.
