Chapter 7. Little Timmy

Amy had never been taken like this before - with such raw, animalistic intensity. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, obliterating every thought beyond the feel of him inside her, stretching her, claiming her.

She could feel the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in her core, threatening to snap at any moment. Her thighs began to quake, her walls fluttering around his thick length as he hit that sweet spot inside her again and again.

“Lucas,” she gasped. “I’m… I’m going to…”

“Not yet,” he commanded roughly, reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies to circle her clit with his thumb. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart.”

A strangled cry escaped her lips as she came.

Lucas didn’t let up, pistoning into her with deep, powerful thrusts.

“Oh god,” he rasped. “I can’t control myself.”

With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt one final time, finding his own release. She felt the hot spurts of his seed