Ross didn't stop for long.
After giving Lily only a few brief seconds to catch her breath and adjust, he was already moving again—driving deep and fast, a relentless rhythm that sent waves of pleasure and fire crashing through them both.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
Each thrust was firm and commanding, his body powerful and sure.
As he pulled out sharply, he wasted no time before slamming back in, his hips pistoning with fierce intensity.
His hands roamed over Lily's trembling form, then his lips found hers again for a heated kiss before trailing down to suck on her soft, pink nipples.
The sudden contrast between his rough pounding and the gentle sucking drove shivers through her.
At first, Lily's responses were raw and aching—grunts and sharp breaths escaping her lips as she grappled with the mix of pain and pleasure.
Her muscles clenched tightly, overwhelmed by the intensity.
