On her yell, she lets out a rush of slippery wet cum, drenching us both in her torrential release. Her jaw is clenched, and her eyes are squeezed shut from the force of it. That will not do.
“Eyes on me, darling,” I grit out. I feel the familiar tingle crawling up my spine. I‘m going to lose it myself.
“Mmmm,” She tries to look at me. She’s trying too hard, my darling whore.
“That’s it. There’s my good girl.”
My lap is soaked. The slippery wetness of her squirt is making it hard to hold my grip on her.
I slap her cheek again, making her eyes find mine. Gritting my teeth while continuing my finger fucking in her ass and my cocks deep thrusts into her drenched hole, I shudder at the feeling.
I lose her again, nearly sure she’s about to pass out.
She whips her head up, barely able to hold it, as her jaw chatters. Locking her gorgeous eyes on mine, I tell her what a good girl she is for me as I fill her with my cum.
“That’s it, baby, let your pussy swallow me whole. God you’re such a good fuck. My perfect darling whore.”
She sobs, her pussy walls clenching around me.
“No, baby, hold this cum in. Don’t waste any of me.”
“Fuuuuuck.”
Her head falls forward on my chest, nuzzling into me like a desperate little thing. Like she can’t get closer to me.
I snake my arms around her waist and hold her tightly to me, her entire body weight relying on my arms wrapped around her as her aftershocks jolt through her body.
“We’re done, darling. You did so well,” I hush her. Tracing her lips with my fingertips and memorizing her face.
She gave me enough today.
We sit there for a long time, my cock half-hard inside of her. I feel her breathing slow as I’m talking myself out of starting to fuck her again.
I thrust a few more times and groan, forcing myself to pull out.
She needs rest. Neither of us slept last night.
She’s passed out cold.
Her hair’s a mess, skin flushed, lips parted. She’s completely gone. Breathing shallow, but steady. I look at her for a second, completely spent, one hand still gripping the side of the table. The other is fisting the front of my t-shirt.
She didn’t say a word, just went limp in my hands. And I knew. That was it. Her body shut down on her. I’d given her too much, like I always knew I would.
I pull her into my arms, careful to hold her head. She doesn’t stir. Doesn’t make a sound. I cradle her against my chest and start walking up to our room.
I carry her through the hall, past the blue dining room, up the stairs. Glancing down frequently, loving the look of her so stripped down. Quiet. Completely mine.
Her skin’s damp, and her neck smells like sweat, clean sheets, and fruit. The way she melted for me, how she clung, how she begged, how she came apart, I’ve never seen her like that. And now she’s just…gone to her pleasure.
Such a good little whore.
I take her to the bathroom, setting her down gently on the stool beside the vanity. Her head tips forward. I catch it before she slumps.
Still nothing.
I run the bath, making it warm, and fill it with the oils and bubbles I’ve noticed are to her preference. Waiting for the tub to fill and satisfied she won't fall over on herself, I go to the bedroom and call for the staff to bring up fresh cold water for us.
Once the tub’s full, I lift her into the water.
