"Such a good mate," he praised. "Taking everything I give you, begging for more. Perfect f*****g mate."
The combination of his words and the relentless pounding pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, my legs nearly giving out beneath me. Only his strong grip on my hips kept me upright as pleasure whited out my vision.
He followed moments later, his knot swelling again and locking us in place as he pumped me full of more c*m.
Was it even possible to go crazy from s*x? To get high on nothing but scent and sensation and overwhelming pleasure? Because I felt completely out of my mind drunk on him and his pheromones with the bond thrumming between us.
Before I knew it, we were back on the bed, and he was positioning me on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, presenting myself for h
