Chapter 89 Chapter

He rose into a kneeling position and as I looked up at him, I saw flashes of anger spark in his eyes and even though I was still trying to catch my breath, he flipped me over onto my stomach, spreading my thighs with his knees. With my cheek pressed against the mattress, I heard the distinct sound of his zipper as he undid his flies and yanked his jeans down over his hips. When he pressed his hardness against my back, I moaned and squirmed beneath him, hearing him growl in frustration. Grabbing hold of my wrists, he placed my hands palms flat either side of my head and as he pushed himself inside of me, his hands covered mine so I couldn't move and he thrust upwards, each jut of his hips against my backside forcing him deeper and deeper inside of me. The combination of each thrust, the weight of his chest against my back and his hot breath on my neck had me gasping into the mattress, the delicious agony of not being able to move making me focus entirely on the friction between my thigh