Every clash of our hips draws me closer and closer to coming. I’ve never wanted to erupt so hard or so fast. Judging by the volume of her screams, Elyssa feels the same.
I do the best I can to ignore it. To ignore her sounds, her smells, her taste, her touch. I just keep f*****g her, emptying all my rage and frustration into her with each savage plunge of my hard c**k into her wet, greedy p***y.
And she takes it all, with her lips parted and my name lolling off her tongue.
Only when I feel her orgasm envelope my c**k do I allow myself to release. I fill her again and again. When it’s done, I feel completely and utterly drained. Her arms are still clinging around my neck when I go still.
And that’s the only reminder I need.
I push myself off her abruptly and tuck myself away. The whole
