"Aww, yeah!" Emmett shouted as heard and felt the top of the chair give way under Rosalie's grip. "That's what I'm talking about!" He was pretty sure that at some point, they used to have soft, slow romantic sex, probably right at the very beginning of things. And every once in a while, they tried that again. But this was their zone, pounding each other like they were trying to break the other one in half. And if either of them had been human, that's exactly what would happen.
And if Emmett had been human, the pressure that Rosalie's pussy clamped down on his cock with as she came would have crushed him. Instead, it just made him groan in appreciation. His head snapped up when he heard the words pass those full, beautiful lips.
"That's the idea, Rose," he answered, grin turning wolfish and hungry. "Fucking you is exactly what I'm after."
He started to raise his hips in rhythm, slamming against Rosalie's descending ass over and over. Five strokes, six and the chair beneath them gave out, wood frame cracking right in the middle and landing the cushion on the floor and Emmett on his ass. The impact sent Rosalie crashing down on his cock faster and harder than before.