Charlotte moved up and down on him, finding a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow, just enough to make them both feel every bit of it.
Damon held her hands tightly, letting her use him as her anchor as she rode him. Her walls clung to him tighter with every movement, and her sweet juices flowed freely between them, making everything hotter and messier.
Her lips parted as soft, helpless moans escaped, growing louder as time passed. Her round breasts bounced with each movement, and her long hair spilled around her face and shoulders, making her look so breathtaking that Damon felt like he wouldn't last much longer.
"Charlotte," he growled, his voice sounding rough. Without warning, he pulled her down to him, making her lie against his chest while keeping her hips lifted.
"Ah! Damon!" she gasped, biting his shoulder as he grabbed her waist, guiding her to move faster.
