Break You

Athena grabs Manuel by the belt and shoves him against the wall. She drops to her knees, yanks his cock free, and takes him deep. He tries to push her away but she locks her fingers behind his thighs and holds on, throat working hard, saliva running down her chin. She looks up with cold eyes that say he started this. He drags her to the bed, flips her onto all fours, and slams inside. Athena pushes back, driving him deeper, controlling the pace with her hips while she snarls commands over her shoulder. Sweat glistens on her skin. Every thrust lands with a wet slap. He grips her hair, pulls her head back, but she’s the one setting the rhythm, using his body like it’s hers to break. When he’s ready, she spins around, tongue out, taking the hot streaks across her face without flinching. She wipes her cheek with two fingers and licks them clean, then gives him a look that promises this won’t be the last time she decides how far it goes.