45. Lunch Date

Marissa wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him to go deeper, enjoying the feeling of his movements as he displayed his strong desire. Holding hands, he kissed her passionately, setting a rhythm that was both exacting and persistent, yet smooth and natural.

Every inch of his rock-hard length was a reminder that she belonged to him entirely, and he drove this message with each powerful thrust, and her grip on his hands tightened as she gasped against his mouth, thrashing beneath him.

Amidst heated words of praise and encouragement, she reached the peak of ecstasy with a sharp cry of relief, trembling with the overwhelming pleasure. He matched her climax with his own, his pace quickening as he spilled into her.

As she melted into the mattress, sweaty and limp yet completely satisfied, he whispered huskily that he wasn't done yet. With practiced skill, he shifted his position to increase the power of his thrusts, each movement asserting his dominance over her body.

Biting her lip to