Page 61 of Condemned

With her head turned to the side and leaves in her pretty tousled hair, Avalon was babbling; her hands were grabbing at dirt and tree roots.

Takk took hold of both sides of her ass, and thrust.

And thrust again. The compelling rhythm of sex took over.

He grunted and ran in deep, held himself in her, counted to ten. Then he began again, fucking her, this girl who tried to order him about, to control him.

He held himself back until finally, finally, he could not...

The gush from him into her seemed unending. When she pushed her butt higher, he managed another small jet of cum, then another. The girl slid forward, resting her head on her outstretched arms.

For a hundred or so thundering heartbeats, he stayed within her, savoring the conquest.