“You feel so good,” I moan.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“You’re so big.”
He pounds into me harder.
“Your cum feels amazing. I love it coating me. Filling me.”
“Damn it, Harper!” he shouts.
“I want it in my pussy. I want it in my mouth.”
“Oh, you’re going to have it,” he growls, and it sounds like a promise.
He thrust so hard and so deep that he hits a bundle of nerve endings inside of me and I’m suddenly screaming bloody murder, my orgasm so powerful that the room spins around me. And I’m aware of nothing except the pleasure crashing into me over and over again. I feel his seed spill inside of me, and it takes things to another level. I actually feel myself lose consciousness and fall back onto the bed, my body buzzing.
“Harper. Harper!”
It takes a long minute before Sevrin’s concerned expression comes into focus. He’s holding my face gently, staring down at me like I’m his whole world.
“Whoa,” I say, and I realize his dick has finally softened inside of me.
“Are you okay?”
“Whoa,” is all I manage again.
“Did I hurt you?” He sounds destroyed.
I finally shake my head, and my eyes meet his. “No, I’m okay. I’m more than okay. That felt… amazing.”
He kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry. I would’ve warned you about sex with me if I’d known you were going to jump on my cock this morning.”
My cheeks burn. “I didn’t jump on your cock.”
“Oh, you did. You basically tore down my pants and had your way with me.”
I’m horrified. “No!”
He laughs and kisses my lips. “Harper, no need to be embarrassed. I’m your husband. And I loved that. You can wakeme up every morning for now on like that, and I’d be the happiest man in the world.”
I shift a little, and he moves to lay down at my side, staring down at me. “I feel… so full.”
“That’s all my cum.”
I study him, trying to find the best way to phrase this. “Do you have magic cum or something?”
He laughs. “No, why?”
“There isn’t usually… this much of it. And it doesn’t usually make a woman feel all tingly and aroused.”
“Really?” He seems surprised. “I thought all men were like this.”
I look down at myself. Cum coats my pussy and thighs. “No. There’s not usually a bucket’s worth of cum spilling out of me after.”
“Interesting.” Then his brows draw together. “Is that a problem?”
I laugh. “No. It was just a surprise. Oh, and is that whole locking inside of me thing going to happen every time?”
