The slow drag inside him is nearly worse than the pace as fast as the beat of his heart; because the burn and the fullness stretches on and on, like its never ending, each pull easy to predict, but no less easy to take....every one leaves him gasping, hips recoiling from her only to push lush up against her once more.
He keens as the angle shifts, rubbing deep inside him over his sweet spot, makes him see stars. His cock gives a tell-tale twitch where its pressed against her stomach, and he seems to rut in answer, those answers caught somewhere between his teeth and spleen.
The marks his fingers make along her skin, the small of her back, insistently, to pull her deep, must make bruises by now, and all he can choke out is,
"Close, close...real damn...need it, I need it..need you to come..."
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11/8/15 03:11 (UTC)He keens as the angle shifts, rubbing deep inside him over his sweet spot, makes him see stars. His cock gives a tell-tale twitch where its pressed against her stomach, and he seems to rut in answer, those answers caught somewhere between his teeth and spleen.
The marks his fingers make along her skin, the small of her back, insistently, to pull her deep, must make bruises by now, and all he can choke out is,
"Close, close...real damn...need it, I need it..need you to come..."