A strangled gasp fills the ER from the force of Frost’s re-entry, my mouth cracked open as he lunges into me with a hard, unforgiving stroke. He doesn’t pause for my answer, doesn’t give me time to adjust or think before hoisting me on his cock again, like a flag in forced surrender. The resulting smack is vulgar. Crass. And yet, while my ears burn from the sound, my core burns even hotter.
His large hands find my ass cheeks from behind, biting into my skin as he picks up the pace. “What did I tell you?”
One question. For the third time.
I don’t like repeating myself…