"I'm going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before," she whispered into my ear, her voice a ragged, desperate rasp that bypassed my ears and went straight to my gut. "I'm going to ride you until your cock fucking explodes. I want you to fuck me back with everything you've got... give me everything."
She tightened her grip on me, her knuckles white, her professional mask finally melting away into raw, carnal hunger. "I like it rough, Druski. Don't you dare be gentle with the Queen."
I didn't give her another second to breathe. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, kissing the pulsing vein there with a bruising intensity. My hands roamed downward, mapping the smooth, expensive skin of her back before cupping the heavy, firm weight of her ass cheeks. I squeezed them, feeling the toned muscle beneath the surface—the result of years of "athletic" performance.
