Chapter 73

• He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, the other gripping my ass, lifting and dropping me onto his cock like I was nothing but a ragdoll.
• “Feel that?” he panted against my ear, each slam punching another cry from my throat. “I’m in your stomach, Eleanor. You’ll feel me for days when I’m done.”
• I sobbed, half from the overwhelming pleasure, and half from the humiliation. He suddenly pulled out with a wet squelch and just when I thought I could breathe, he grabbed my hand and forced it between my thighs.