Chapter 53 Fuck Me, Mr Locke (9)

• Chantelle
• Those were the last words I remembered saying, and then my loud moaning and his deep grunting, the slick wet noises our bodies made where we joined, the sound of his balls slapping hard against my ass, my hips slamming into the table, and the table scraping lightly against the posh rug because of how hard and fast his thrusts were – all of this interwoven into one sensual sound, and I was far too deep in my head to make sense of any of it.
• The orgasm that hit me was consuming; it was the same one that hit him. He had grabbed onto me as he shuddered violently, and I was thankful that he did because my knees gave out, and I would have dropped to the floor if he hadn’t held me up. His groans were loud as he spurted short spurts of cum into me.