“You taste so good,” he growled against my skin. “Mine. All mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped, beyond caring about anything except the way he was making me feel. “Yours.”
I could feel my orgasm building rapidly. My inner walls started to flutter around him, and he groaned in response.
“Come for me, love,” he commanded, his voice tight with his own approaching climax. “Let me feel that little p***y milking all of my cum.”
The dirty words pushed me over the edge, and I cried out as the orgasm crashed through me. My body clenched around him so tightly that he followed immediately after, his own release tearing through him with devastating force.
I felt his knot swell inside me again, locking us together as he emptied himself deep inside me. The sensation was becoming familiar, but no less intense.
