Husband?
“You ready, Baby girl?” he asked after a few seconds.
I nodded and kissed him hard. “Fuck me hard, Damian.”
His eyes turned fiery at my words. He pulled back, and just as his dick was about to leave my wetness, he slammed hard into me again.
“Damian. More. Deeper, faster.” I begged him as I pulled his head close to ravage his mouth. I kissed him with as much vigor as he had kissed me before while he thrust himself into me again.
He rotated his hips, and I moaned into his mouth. “Damian, oh God, that feels so good.”
“You like that, Baby girl?” he asked, and I felt his hot breath caressing my lips.
“Yes, Damian. God, yes.” I moaned as he kept rotating his hips and plunging himself deep into me.
It was really as he had said. We were having a different kind of dancing. His thrusts and tempos were sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes hard, sometimes deep.
It all felt too good that I could feel another orgasm building up, and my core clenched tightly around him.