I can’t take it anymore. I need to pound into that sweet little pussy and fill her with my cum.
I sit up in a rush so we’re chest to chest and catch her whimper in my mouth. One hand grips the nape of her neck, the other slips to her lower back, pulling her to me as I drive up hard.
“Max,” she pants.
“I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow,” I growl, my forehead pressed to hers.
“I’m gonna come!” she shouts, her body trembling. She clings to me as her pussy throbs around my dick, squeezing and milking me like she needs it as much as I do.
“Yeah?” I whisper, biting her bottom lip. “You gonna come all over my cock?”
She nods frantically as I hammer into her.
“I’m coming,” she whispers. Her mouth parts in a silent cry as she jacks me off with her throbbing pussy.
My jaw tightens as pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I know I’m about to come with her. My hips falter as every muscle inside me tightens.
“Gemma,” I grunt into her neck. “I’m going to come like this.”
“Give it to me,” she begs. “Don’t hold back. I want every drop.”
Christ. That mouth of hers is as foul as mine.
Her eyes are fierce and penetrating as she focuses on me, like a plea. She almost looks surprised as I hold her close while she surrenders to the storm inside her.
Unable to hold back any longer, I let go. Thick spurts of cum paint her insides as she moans, grinding and shuddering as she milks me.
I claim her mouth with mine, tongues tangling as I fuck her through it. We kiss and crash and come untethered together, like waves breaking against the shore.
It feels so natural, so human, soright.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I assure her, my voice low.
The air shifts, turning thick. The vulnerability of what we just did catches me off guard. It’s tender and fragile. Nothing has ever been more perfect than this woman coming apart in my arms. With me inside her.
Seeing her like this… it’s the most honest she’s been with me.
“So,” she says. “That was…”
“Intense,” I finish for her.
“I was going to sayadequate, but whatever works.”
I laugh. “Is lying a perpetual thing with you? Should I be concerned?”
“Someone needs to stop your head from disappearing right up your own bum. Soon you’ll have more ego than sense.”
I laugh, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose. Just as quickly as the tenderness settles over us, I feel her adjust in my lap. She pulls back ever so slightly, turning her head away.
“This doesn’t change anything,” she murmurs. Her voice carries an undercurrent of doubt, and I’m right there with her.
I crook a smile. “Are you falling for me, Clarke?”
She scoffs. “Yeah, right. The only thing falling around here are my standards.”
I hold my hand over my heart. “Really? You’re going to say that after everything we’ve shared? You wound me.”
“You’ll get over it,” she replies, her lips curling.
