"Ahhh—Riley!" Evelyn's scream was raw, half-shock, half-ecstasy.
He didn't give her time to recover. He pulled back again and slammed home even harder.
PAK.
PAK.
PAK.
Each thrust was merciless now, the thick length of him dragging along every sensitive inch inside her before crashing back in, balls slapping heavily against her ass.
The bedframe rattled against the wall in a violent, steady rhythm, headboard knocking like it might splinter.
Evelyn's cries climbed higher with every punishing stroke, her voice breaking into desperate, keening wails that echoed off the ceiling.
"Riley—oh…God—Riley—too…deep—fuck—please—don't stop—!"
Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails as her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into the flexing muscles of his ass, urging him on.
She was beyond coherence, beyond shame, just a writhing, sobbing mess of pleasure as he nailed her into the mattress.
