Keeping Score

Cherry Kiss holds Ryan Driller like a loaded gun he doesn't want to drop. Her knees dig into silk sheets, skin flashing under cheap light. He slams into her from behind, muscles tight, her spine arched hard. Sweat beads down her ribs and lands on the sheets. She twists, rides him next, fingers grabbing his throat. He flips her again. She ends up on her back, legs spread wide, his hand holding her down while he drives in deep, slow then brutal. Every thrust shoves her into the mattress. When she comes she shakes so hard it nearly breaks the headboard. He follows, finishes inside her, breath sharp, head dropped. The air tastes like skin and salt.