Her lips part slightly, silently begging for more of the dirty promises only I know how to deliver.
I drive into her, my cock slamming into her with relentless force.
Her back arches off the couch as she comes undone beneath me, her face a masterpiece of pleasure—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed crimson. I bite my lower lip hard, drinking in the sight of her. Those nails dig crescents into my shoulders as her legs lock around my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper.
"Zach! Oh God—" she gasps, voice breaking beautifully.
"You're gonna come for me again, aren't you, baby?" I growl, feeling her still-sensitive pussy fluttering around me. "That greedy little pussy isn't satisfied with just one, is it?" I crash my mouth against hers, swallowing her whimpers as my hips snap forward harder, faster, claiming every inch of her.
She's trembling beneath me, her body tightening around my cock as she gets closer and closer. "Yes, yes, fuck, Zach!" she screams, her second orgasm crashing over her like a fucking tidal wave.
Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock, and I swear I've never felt anything so fucking perfect.
But I'm not done yet. I'm gonna make her come again. And again. And then I'll fill her pussy with every fucking drop of my cum.
For the next thirty minutes, that's exactly what happens.
She comes apart two more times—once on the couch when I went down on her like I hadn't eaten in days, and again with her back to the shower wall, hot water pouring all over us while I pounded into her.
We're biting lips and choking back sounds the whole time, somehow not waking up the whole damn house even though it feels so fucking good I could scream.
We go back to the living room to keep filling the loot bags — you know, what we weresupposedto be doing this whole time.
But my girlfriend is too damn insatiable, and I'm just... not strong enough to resist her. Not that I even tried.
Please. I folded faster than a lawn chair in a hurricane.
I drop onto the sofa and tug her down with me, and she settles right onto my lap like it's where she's always belonged. Her arms loop around my neck automatically.
I smirk, because holy hell — she still looks wrecked.
Her beautiful bare face is flushed crimson, cheeks glowing, lips a little swollen.
Five minutes ago she was a wild, sinful little temptress dragging me to the shower... and now she's sitting here, shy and sweet, trying not to make eye contact.
My heart actually flips.
Adorable menace.
I'm stroking her cheek, just tracing the heat blooming under my fingers, when a thought hits me like a giant, flashing, bright-red Vegas sign.
My whole body freezes.
My stomach drops.
Fuck.
I forgot to glove up.
Oh my—What a fucking idiot.
"Babe... shit."
Her brows knit. "What is it?"
"I'm so sorry. I can't believe I—"
"Zach, what's wrong? You're scaring me."
