Diana
“Ah—f**k Jace”
My hips rock back harder. Squelch. Slick. Squelch. Sweat slides down the valley of my spine. I can feel the second orgasm coiling tight, ready to snap. Jace’s hand leaves my hair and slides around to my throat again, tilting my face so he can see every expression I make when I c*m.
“c*m on my c**k, Diana. Let me feel it.”
“I’m close…fuck f**k—please. UGGGggghhh”
The second climax rips through me harder than the first. My whole body locks up. A broken, high moan tears out of my throat as I c*m around the dildo, walls fluttering and squeezing. Wetness spills down my thighs. I keep the rose pressed tight until the pleasure edges into too much and I finally pull it away with a shaky gasp.
I collapse onto the bed, chest heaving, the dildo still buried inside me, after
