I’m still recovering from my high and hyper-sensitive to every little feeling as I bury my face into the crook of his neck, whining like a pitiful child. I grip hard on him for support as he uses me to get himself off. Even though I was tired, I still couldn’t get him to stop because I wanted something more than anything else.
“Victor,” I whimper, tugging at his sweaty button down. “Come...please. I want...want your come.”
He grunts at my demand as he runs a hand down my back. “I know. I promise it’ll be soon.”
“Now,” I cry, almost pleading. “I want to feel you...feel your come filling me.”
He groans at my pleas before he starts to f**k me, though it’s jerkier and more erratic than before. After a few more thrusts, he tosses his head back and squeezes his eyes shut. Though, I wanted hi
