Damon walked to her and ripped her clothes swiftly from her body where she stood, in front of the kitchen table. Aly whimpered as he picked her up, setting her on the table before him, dropping his boxers in the process.
He spread her legs and thrust into her with more speed and force than he'd used before. She cried out loudly, her body jerking on the table at the sudden intrusion. He set a pace in and out of her body that was faster and harder than she'd ever felt before. She threw her head back, crying out in pleasure.
He bit her right nipple, rubbing his tongue on it to soothe the sting. She moaned, arching into him.
Damon angled himself differently and thrust hard and deep into her, hitting her g-spot with every thrust, as hard as he dared and deep as possible. Her body jerked under his as she threw her head back, screaming in pleasure, digging her nails into his shoulders. He continued to thrust hard into her, knowing he won't last long, biting and sucking at her nipple.
Aly cried out, her core tightening spasmodically around him as he thrust into her harder than he had ever done before, settling deep within her before spilling his seed into her.
"So... don't... good... stop... don't... stop... please..." she gasped.
Damon slowed his thrusts, smiling as she bucked her hips against him.
"Please..." she whimpered.
He pulled fully out of her and pulled her off the table, setting her on her feet. "I think that's enough for now, I need to get going," he said softly, pulling his boxers and jeans back up.
Aly sighed and pulled her dress over her head. "Alright." She kissed him softly before he walked out.