Locke feels the tight, pulsing contractions of my body around him, and it completely breaks his restraint.
He lets out a low, primal roar against my neck, his hips driving deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his own c****x hits him. His entire body locks tight, every muscle in his back strain-hardened as he pours his c*m into me, his pulse hammering against my chest as he holds me flush against him, riding out the violent, sweet waves of his release.
For a long time, neither of us moves.
The only sound in the quiet bedroom is the heavy, ragged sound of our breathing and the steady rain tapping against the windowpane. Locke stays deep inside me, his heavy head resting on my shoulder, his broad arms wrapped around my back, holding me so tightly it feels like he’s trying to
