Isabella was still gasping, her body shivering from the last orgasm that had left her legs too weak to stand. But Justin? He wasn't done. Before she could recover, he lifted her off the couch, gripping her thighs tight, pressing her back against the cold wall.
She barely had time to process before—
Thrust.
"Ahhh!—"
His cock slammed deep into her, stretching her open in one raw, ruthless motion. Her nails clawed at his shoulders, her thighs trembling around his waist.
He gave her no space to breathe—his hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly before bringing her down on his length again.
And again.
And again.
Wet slaps echoed through the room, her moans breaking apart as he pounded into her, each thrust knocking the breath from her lungs.
Justin bit down on her shoulder, his growl vibrating against her skin. "Did you think we were done?"