Earlier has been passionate, tender, careful to please without taking. This has no less intensity, but the passion was replaced with a physical need that could only be described as a fuck. Craig pushed into Peg with a force he did not use earlier, in the back of his mind he was happy she was so aroused so the screams would not be in pain. His mouth had locked, holding her even as parts of the their body's thrashed against one another.<br/><br/>He felt her, her every move, it gripped at him and electrified the feeling of her body around his. He opened her with his thrusts, forcing her apart and wide to accept him. His mouth stayed on her skin, tongue striking against the trapped flesh between his teeth. One hand remained on her shoulder, holding her in place even as his body tried to drive hers forward. His other hand moved, across her back, over her rear.<br/><br/>He had seen her, the times he had teased, he had watched her reactions. His thumb pressed against the tight bud of her rear, pausing as he dove into her again, he let his hand rest. Then, as he withdrew, he pushed against her ass. The thumb made her stretch, open, force him if she wasn't careful with throwing her hips back. And with the violence and physically of their motions, there was no careful left.<br/><br/>He was building, his cries and moans were forced into her shoulder, into her body as she worked him. Even with every push of his hips, every thrust of his body to hers he made his way closer to orgasm. His eyes closed, he tried to focus, a tear rolling down has cheek at the combination of pleasure and pain. He called her name into her shoulder, knowing soon he would no longer be able to hold her any longer.