Page 22 of Where He Ended

“There!” she yelps, gripping my biceps, trying to get me to stop moving her on my cock. “I'm there, I'm there! Please, ah, I can't hold back!”

With a grunt, I lift her upwards, spearing her onto my fat shaft in a single motion. She sinks to the root, gasping, flexing, her muscles hugging my sensitive cock until I toss my head back in passion. “Fuck!” I roar, luxuriating in how her inner walls milk me.

“That—there . . . there it is!” Her words turn into a high-pitched squeal, breasts rocking beautifully as she shakes from her orgasm. She comes hard, choking my cock. Her fingers slide through my hair but they find no purchase. Laiken is too lost in pleasure to make her muscles work right.

Sitting under her, I stare in wonder at her slack mouth. Her ribs are flaring wide, over and over, as she works to breathe and come simultaneously. Unable to wait any longer, I cling to her hips and make her fuck me.

The sound is wet and obscene. I drive her weight onto me in a solid rhythm, inhaling through my nose as the delicious tingles mount. I'm on the verge of finishing. I hear her in my ears, see her looking at me, but it's all from far away. If someone tried to stop me from coming right now I'd tear their arms from their body.

“Fuck!” I hiss, slamming her down, keeping her in one place as my balls throb. Pleasure explodes through my blood, my belly, and finally it hits the inside of the condom so violently it's a miracle the latex doesn't break.

Laiken goes limp against me. Together we sit there, my ears ringing and limbs aching. Her arms circle my shoulders. I never took my shirt off, but I notice her firm nipples digging through the fabric.

I'm not the kind of person who relaxes. However, as I roll my hands over her shoulder blades, outlining her muscles, her impossible perfection, I'm as at ease as I've ever been.