" I’m gonna come, Jenna. Because of you. Make me feel so fucking good.”

She moaned, adoring the desire and need straining his words. “I wanna feel it,” she said.

“Oh, baby, right now,” he said. His hips crashed into hers once, twice, three times more, and he cried out. “Oh, fuck, Jenna. "

― Laura Kaye , Hard to Hold on To (Hard Ink, #2.5)