No lines left to cross

Chris didn't waste time. One moment, India was standing in front of him, and the next, he had her in his arms, gripping her thighs as he carried her to the bed. He tossed her onto the mattress, his dark eyes burning as he took in the sight of her—laid out in nothing but black lace lingerie, her body practically begging to be touched, claimed.

India smirked, running a hand up her thigh. "You just gonna stare or—"

Chris grabbed her ankles, dragging her to the edge of the bed before she could finish. "Shut the fuck up," he muttered, pushing her legs apart as he kneeled between them.

His mouth was on her skin instantly, making a slow, deliberate trail of kisses from her ankle up her calf, over the smooth curve of her knee, and then—

India gasped when he bit into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, sucking just hard enough to make sure she'd feel it later. She arched her back, her fingers gripping the sheets as he worked his way closer to where she needed him most.

"Chris—"

A sharp slap to her thigh cut her off. "I didn't say you could talk," he growled.

She bit her lip, her body aching from the anticipation. Then, without warning, he yanked her lace panties to the side and ran his tongue through her slick folds, slow and deep, savoring every second.

India moaned, her hips bucking, but Chris held her down, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider as he devoured her. His tongue circled her clit before he sucked it into his mouth, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

"Fuck—"

Another slap, this time to her ass as he pushed her legs farther apart. "What'd I say?"

India whimpered, rolling her hips into his face, chasing more of that intoxicating pleasure. Chris chuckled darkly against her pussy before burying his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, his nose rubbing against her clit just right.

She was so close.

Chris must've felt it, because he suddenly pulled away, leaving her desperate and aching. India groaned in frustration, but he was already moving, crawling over her, his body pressed against hers.

"Turn around," he ordered.

She obeyed instantly, flipping onto her stomach, arching her back as she felt him yank her panties down and spread her legs.

"Been wanting to fuck you like this," he murmured, running a hand down her spine before gripping her hips. "Face in the pillows."

She barely had time to brace herself before she felt the thick head of his dick pushing against her soaked entrance. Then, with one deep stroke, he was inside her, stretching her wide, making her gasp at the sudden fullness.

"Shit," Chris grunted, gripping her hips tighter. "You feel so fuckin' good."

He pulled out slow, then slammed back in, making her moan into the pillows. He set a brutal pace, deep and hard, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust.

India gripped the sheets, biting her lip as pleasure crashed over her. Chris reached forward, wrapping a hand around her throat, pulling her up against his chest.

"You like this shit, huh?" he rasped in her ear, his grip tightening.

India could only nod, her breath hitching as he fucked her even harder, his other hand sliding down to rub her clit in rough, precise circles.

Chris groaned, his teeth sinking into her shoulder, marking her. "Cum for me, baby."

That was all it took. Her body tensed, pleasure detonating through her as she came hard, her walls clenching around his dick. Chris cursed, his grip on her throat tightening for a moment before he let go, slamming into her one last time as he buried himself deep, spilling inside her with a low growl.

They stayed like that for a moment, both catching their breath, their bodies still tangled together.

Chris finally pulled out, smirking as he ran a hand down her spine. "Now, that's how you shut that smart mouth of yours."

India turned her head, giving him a lazy smirk. "We'll see about that, daddy."

Chris chuckled, flipping her onto her back. "Round two, then?"

She grinned, already spreading her legs. "Try and keep up."