CHAPTER 107: CAN'T GET ENOUGH

NATASHA

I'm tired, yet Michael seems tireless. He's still hard, and frankly, still thrusting in and ouy of me.

"Oh, Michael..." I moaned, my lips parting as I felt his hardness retreat and then plunge deep within me.

"You better bite those sheets, baby," he whispered to me.

His large hands gripped my hips, guiding how I should welcome his thrust each time he pressed the head of his length deep into my core.

Following his instructions, my silent moans were muffled as I gasped for breath.

My skin glistened with sweat. My limbs began to weaken as Michael positioned me on my hands and knees in bed.

"Fuck..." I heard him breathe as he quickened his pace.

His balls brushed against me, adding another layer of pleasure that radiated throughout my body.

"You feel so fucking good around me. Fuck!" He drove himself inside me, almost making me scream.

Biting my lips, biting the sheet, or burying my face into the pillows couldn't help me suppress my noises, especially when he's this good.

My legs