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Alexi starts pushing into me, quick hard thrusts once he knows my body has accommodated to fit him, and he doesn’t hold back. He fucks me hard, uncontrolled passion as he pushes his weight down on me and finds my wrist with his own hand, pushing one arm over my head and holding me taut, so he can control how deep he hits my core. I claw at his shoulder and cling to him with my free arm, trying to get him as bodily close as I can. I want to taste every inch of him as I lick at his throat, his jawline and capture his lips for another scorching make-out session. I bite on his lip harshly, holding on for dear life and moaning as he screws me with a force that has us both panting and gasping for breath. His bed squeaking and creaking under the effort and I swear it might collapse.

It’s not slow or even adventurous by any means. It’s more of a burning need to quickly be consumed, and as he impales me harder, bodies getting clammy with exertion and grunts and groan