He continued to mark her, pulling away to see the red blossoming mark he'd left on her neck before he sat up and put both hands on her hips, speeding the pace further, attempting to find just the right angle to get her to let out those wanton noises she had in the limo. He was far from his own peak still, but the way she was moving, how she was posed, was enough to draw out another groan from him.
He almost felt bad about the way he had let this escalate, but damned if it wasn't a moment to remember. He even considered slowing down, taking it to a more intimate level, but he was enjoying himself, and she seemed to be as well, so why mess with it?