...their two rooms.
“Kai,” she gasped out, mostly in pleasure but also in warning. He was being too rough again, thrusting above her hard enough to shake the bed and send the headboard crashing into the thin motel walls. Fortunately her lover was quite perceptive in almost all things. Removing a hand from under her thigh, he brought it up to grip the railing on the headboard, skimming her side as he did so.
Gripping the bar in one hand prevented it from snapping back against the wall, but also gave Kai more leverage to thrust into her harder. Which he did. With zeal.
His new pace slammed his pelvis into her own. Each time they collided, she felt him hit that special spot inside her – hard - and put pressure against her clit. She cursed. There was no way she would be able to walk right tomorrow. “Kai, please.” She begged.
He kissed her to silence her protests and Bulma was lost to the soft feel of his lips. She had never imagined how soft they would be before they began sleeping together –fucking, she corrected herself, for there was no way what they did together could be called anything that implied it was in anyway tender. Kai was as fierce in bed ,Bulla alwa...