Chapter Eighty-Nine: Old

He thrust fast; I was in no mood for cuddle sex. I loved the feel of his grip as he squeezed my ass. I held onto his neck, scratching his back softly. I ran my arms through his well-built abs. He pulled his dick from me and banged it on the walls of my pussycat. He knew I wanted more from the way that I looked at him, narrowing her eyes. Perhaps I had this "fuck me" mood, and he could understand every bit of my body. This was not like the regular sex that we had. This was born out of something pure. He was the epitome of manliness and masculinity. I clenched my hands to my breast, fiddling with my nipples, and he snatched them both from me, which made me let out giggles. "Oh boy, you're nasty,” I said, biting my lower lips. He turned me backward and went into me again. He kept thrusting at a steady pace, and I loved the rhythm as he went. Not so fast, not so sluggish. Just perfect. “Yeah, baby, that’s just it,” he printed as we both cummed. After a while, he held me in his arms, and