Daphne's legs were straight against Atticus's chest, held there only by one of his hands while the other was at her waist. With a sharp push, Atticus quickly built up speed and momentum, ruthlessly fucking her right in her tight, creamy cunt, leaving Daphne in a mewling mess.
She was already pumped full but true to his words, Atticus didn't seem like he had any intentions of stopping anytime soon.
The moans that escaped his lips were desperate, vulgar, and savage, nothing short of a beast in heat with the desperate need to mate. It wasn't just that. The room was filled with other dubious noises, such as the slick squelch of her wet entrance every time Atticus slipped in and out, paired with the lewd sound of contact every time his balls slapped against her ass.
