Chapter 64 Crescendo

The unexpected smack to her backside jolted her, drawing a gasp from her lips. A hot, sharp shock ran through her body, yet her hips never slowed. 

She was too deep in the rhythm, too close to that sweet release, to let anything stop her. She turned her head, only to receive another—

Pak!

"F-Fuck!" she hissed, her voice thick with pleasure and surprise. Ross's hand came down over and over, each slap sparking new waves of heat that pulsed through her. 

Her skin tingled with warmth, and she could feel his handprints blooming across her, almost branding her with each strike. 

The sensation only fueled her desire, intensifying her movements as her body rocked back onto him, her curves bouncing with every impact.

And then Ross shifted beneath her, his powerful hips thrusting upward in perfect time to meet her movements. 

Every push, every thrust, drove him deeper, his strength matching her desperation, his rhythm steady and relentless.