He growled, letting his head fall back for a second. She unhooked her bra and her boobs sprang free. As in popped out. It felt good to have that thing off. Her bras had been digging into her lately. Torrent sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Not by the way he was eyeballing her.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, along with something else that was so garbled that she couldn’t understand him. He cleared his throat. “Do you want to watch yourself come?” His eyes were still glued to her chest, which was reflected in the mirror. Candy dropped her bra on the floor as Torrent pulled her skirt all the way up, bunching it around her hips. It was elasticated, so it stayed right where it was. “Or…” he reached around her and found her clit, circling it with one of his fingers.

Candy moaned, she widened her stance and arched her back. Torrent kissed her between her shoulders as he pulled his pants down. “Do you want your ass on that vanity and your legs around my hips?”

She loved how he always checked with her. Where? What position? Fast? Slow? Harder?

She moaned louder, closing her eyes and rocking her hips.

“Choose right now or I’ll decide for you.” He groaned.

She also liked that he could be so damned bossy. Candy giggled. It came out sounding strangled and husky. She arched and thrust some more, catching his gaze in the mirror. His eyes had lightened up. Shit but he was turned on. The muscles on his neck popped. He looked tightly wound. She licked her lips and moaned some more.

“You’re such a damn tease but I love it.” He chuckled. He glanced down and then gave her ass a squeeze and a hard smack.

Candy yelped. Torrent gripped her hips and pushed himself inside of her. All the way, only stopping when his hips were flush against her.

Candy was panting. She gripped the vanity.

He cursed softly. “I love being inside you,” Torrent rasped. His muscles bulged. His pecs, his neck, his arms all roped and bulged. He was beautiful and masculine and just so goddamned sexy it took her breath away. He grit his teeth as he pulled back and thrust into her… hard. His fingers dug into her hips.

It was her turn to curse.

He didn’t wait for her to catch her breath, he thrust back into her again, and again, and again. His eyes stayed on hers. Her mouth hung open. She struggled to get enough air into her lungs. Her boobs jerked and shuddered with each hard plunge. She didn’t care.

Felt. Too. Good.

Candy had to brace against the counter even though Torrent held her tightly. Her pussy fluttered and he groaned while sucking in his lower lip.