Kelsey POV
His name pours from Avara's lips, a cry of strained passion and raw desperation, resonating in every octave with an intensity that shakes the air. It is outmatched by Colton's guttural cry that bridges plea and longing, a symphony of surrender bound in the aching notes of his yearning and the feverish ferocity of his need.
No matter what I do, I can't shut out a sound with my hands pressed to my ears as the bed nearly breaks with me beneath it. I make the mistake of peeking to see if it's almost over, only to see his teeth clamped on his lower lip, holding onto a fistful of her hair with his dick in his mouth—which her mouth is not big enough to hold all of that.
With the stamina of a stallion, suffocating in silence until everything comes to a climatic end. And with some surprisingly gentle aftercare that seems jarring to the almost barbaric penetration I bore witness to.