Kenneth's POV:
She practically threw herself down on the bed. Our clothes littered the floor of her apartment. I hovered over her, lining myself up, preparing to enter her.
I had wanted this all day, since the moment I had first met her that morning and there was no way I was going to be kept waiting.
She didn't complain and I presumed she was as eager as I was In fact, I know she was. It was clear in the way she begged me to make love to her.
Her voice was husky and wanton as our bodies moved together in a mixture of rough and heady movements. I bit down on her breast and pounded into her. It was a frenzy of pure lust and desire and I was like a dead man brought to life for the sole purpose of f*cking Michelle Spencer.
We'd continued on like that for hours, only stopping for brief moments to refuel or rest.
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