Crave by Gabi Moore

My tits bounced with the pressure of each thrust; I gasped and moaned for hopeless release, but he held onto me firmly…… This guy is unreal, I thought, in a sex-fueled delirium. He pushed my head down into the fabric of the couch. I could feel his fingers digging into my scalp, and as though he could read my mind, he formed his fingers into a fist and began to pull my hair while pushing me down — sending me into a cocktail of pleasure and pain. I grit my teeth, and spread open for him, wanting him to continue, but also wanting him to finish inside of me. I was looking for the moment when his pride would come down, and he could join me in a collapsed heap on the couch. At the rate he was going, that didn’t seem like it would happen too soon…