The rhythm was punishing, relentless—each thrust driving her higher, making her moan louder, her body rocking against the wall with every movement. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with the raw, breathless noises leaving her lips.
His stamina was unreal, his control even worse. Every shift of his hips hit just right, every roll of his body wrung a new gasp, a new whimper from her lips. And the way he held her? Like she was weightless, like she was made for this—for him.
"Parker—ahh—fuck—"
He was all over her. His mouth on her throat, his hands gripping her thighs, his body pressing her harder into the wall, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. The tension built fast, too fast, pleasure coiling, her body tightening as his pace pushed her right to the edge.
"That's it," he growled, his voice rough, wrecked. "Cum for me, Tessa."
And she did.
