“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Lucci huffed in a strained breath, sweat slicking down his forehead as he slammed his hips into yours at a nearly inhuman pace. “I thought you said you wanted it rough?”
Your ragged, lecherous moans almost drown out his words, but even if you can hear him, the violent drag of his cock deep inside of you takes all of your available headspace and leaves you unable to form a reply.
Eyes rolled back, drool dribbling down your chin and to the bed on which you have planted yourself on hands and knees, all you can think of is the desperate need to cum. His fingers tighter around your hips, a vice-like strength to them.
“All that begging for me to take you without restraint…and now not a word of thanks?” He continued, words punctuated with powerful thrusts. He chuckled, and despite not being able to see it, you could practically feel the dastardly smirk he leveled at your back. “Don’t tell me…the cat’s got your tongue?”
Your rising moans are the only answer he gets, fucked out of your mind and pleading in your incomprehensible wailing that he’ll let you cum before too long.
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