A Mother's Love

Nathan Bronson slammed into Sophia Locke like he wanted to break her in half. Heat snapped through her like live wire. She clawed at his back, thighs locked tight around his hips, every thrust knocking the breath out of her. He flipped her onto her stomach, drove in from behind, one hand pressing her face into the mattress, the other gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks. Sweat slid down his spine. She moaned—loud, filthy, starving for it. He rolled her again, pinned her wrists above her head, fucked her deep and slow just to watch her shake. When she came it ripped through her like a live current. He followed, teeth on her shoulder, hips stuttering, voice gone raw. They didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Clothes half-off, bodies slick, the whole room smelling like sex and skin and the kind of hunger nobody talks about at breakfast.