"Mmm," Colt hummed, easily tugging me higher on his chest. "You don't want to wait until you can go again?"
I managed to shake my head, wanting him to feel as good as I did, but still pretty damned sure that I didn't have the energy to get him off.
Colt wrapped his arms around me and before I knew what was happening, he'd flipped me onto my back and was kneeling over me, his thighs cradling mine and his taint rubbing on my wrung-out dick.
When he leaned forward to tuck a pillow under my head, I managed to latch onto his nipple and he froze, moaning and dragging his ass over my dick as he rocked forward. I released him and he brushed a kiss over my lips, then reared up onto his knees with a dirty grin. "Ready for the show?"
Colt reached down to grip his cock, his calloused fingers spreading the dribbling pre-cum along the length as he stroked. His thighs tensed, his shoulders pulled back, but he kept his rhythm slow and steady as he slid his hand down and then tightened on the upstroke, twisting his wrist the slightest bit each time he started over.
His breathing quickened, his breaths became shallower as his eyes scorched a path over my body, leaving no question that he liked what he saw.
"You want it?" he choked out, tightening his grip at the base of his cock while he waited for my response.
"Fuck, yes!" I begged, eager to take his load any way he was offering. I opened my mouth, assuming that was his goal, but he leaned back and pried his throbbing length down.
When he resumed jacking it, he stared into my eyes and groaned, his tawny skin shifted over muscles that bunched and flexed, his entire body tensing as he sprayed his release over my stomach, my chest, and my face before collapsing over me, his weight supported on his elbows.
"You're so fucking good," Colt groaned into my ear, his body still pulsing against me. "Never giving you up."
