Sure enough, as her body adapted to the raw intensity of his rhythm, her moans changed. What began as gasps and whimpers of pressure soon shifted into breathless cries of ecstasy.
Her inner muscles pulsed around him, soaking his cock in her arousal, every thrust igniting nerves that lit up her entire body.
"Ahhhh…"
"Ohhhh…"
"Ughhhh…"
Jade was floating now—drifting high above her thoughts, her surroundings, everything. She couldn't think. Couldn't speak. All that existed was Ross. The sound of his grunts, the heat of his skin against hers, the slap of skin on skin as their bodies collided again and again.
Ross leaned in close, pressing kisses to her neck and collarbone between deep thrusts. His breath was hot against her skin, his voice gravelly and low.
"You're mine, Jade. Every inch of you. Look at how perfectly you take me."
