Hyacinthe gripped her hips, hard enough to leave marks behind on her skin. That first thrust into her was like heaven, enough to make his head swim. He almost didn't want to pull back out, content to feel her move and clench around him.

But the aching clawing need she's stirred with her mouth wouldn't let him stay. He reared back, gripping her tighter, and practically slammed her onto his dick. Again and again and again he fucked into her, hard and relentless.

Sweat on his palm made his grip slip forward. No matter - he reached between her legs and pressed his fingers against her pearl, playing with that while he chased the completion he could feel rising up inside him.