His pace was faster than what Mira could imagine and she couldn't stop the moans that escaped her mouth back to back. She didn't even want to know how loud she was and if the entire people of Havilla were hearing her pleasurable moans. All she knew was that she was on top of her man and he was pounding her from underneath.
Devile held her waist in a steady balance and with his hips inclined up, he went as fast as he could, grunting, saying inaudible words which sounded sexy in Mira's ears and going back and forth repeatedly inside her.
"Mira. Oh yes..." He repeated consecutively. "I'm almost there," he said amidst broken breaths. "Yes, I'm almost there. It's coming... Oh fuck, it's coming," he moaned away his ecstacy and in no distant time, he let out a loud grunt and released his load inside her.
Devile relaxed his hips back on the bed and Mira lay on him with both of them catching their breaths.