It was amazing how easy it was to move in sync with him. It felt like he was made to fuck her with how willing he was torow bite back. As he held her down she moaned his name, loving the way he dominated. Someday she'd take her turn on top, but for now she was quite happy with this.
"I can be a very good girl detective." ven as her smile promised anything but good. Trouble was named aptly for a reason. She knew her nails were leaving red score marks down the skin of his back that she hoped he would feel in the morning. They would force anyone who saw them to know that he was thoroughly fucked.
"Fuck yes." She gasped out and rocked up and against him harder, her body was getting close and the sounds that were coming stopped being any sort of coherent word, but desperate animalistic sounds of pleasure.