He began to thrust inside her, bucking his hips as she squirmed against the silken sheets. Her hands grasped at the pillows and pulled one close to her as if it could help her. Her pulse stuttered as his cock dragged against her walls, and he groaned as he felt her cunt tightly grasp him; as if she would hold him inside her, as if she could keep him with her. "I’m not scared of you," she panted, beads of sweat rolling down her cheek. "I won’t hate you, Tom, I w-won’t- "