Oh fuck, the scratch at his back was sharp, turning him on even more than before. Bones reached up and bit her shoulder, eyes closed as he pressed his head into her skin, panting. This was good, so fucking good, but he wanted deeper. To be deeper in her.

He leaned back onto the bed, pulling her with him, still riding his cock. Bones' hands found her hips and held her steady as he pumped in and out of her, feeling the force in him gathering, a pull in his belly that was growing with each stroke. Each upward thrust pushed him further and further into her and as one hand lifted and roughly fondled a breast, he swore each stroke was tighter and hotter than the last. "Ride me, hard," he growled, pressing his head back into the bed.