Page 74 of Plug and Drain

Susie was still twitching in his arms.

Arken chuckled as he scooped her hair out of her face. “Well, that was quick. I must say I’m flattered.”

She made a tiny sound, relaxing completely in his arms so that he was the only thing holding her up.

After a long silence, in which his balls throbbed with unfulfilled release, Susie stirred. Her head snapped up, as if she were becoming aware of her surroundings again, and she tried to pull away.

He bore down on her, pinning her back against the stone railing. “Ah, ah, ah. Where are you off to?”

“Let me go,” she mumbled.

“Let me finish,” he countered, his command strained with a plea. “Can you do that?”

Susie nodded in resignation.

“Good girl. Won’t be long.” He sucked in air, then let it out slowly, shakily, preparing himself for the exertion ahead. “I’m going to fill your ass.” She gasped. “I have a large load ready just for you. Now, show me what a good girl you are, and hold still as I fill you.”

Susie clutched the railing, her fingers splayed to brace herself.

Arken gathered her loose hair into a rough ponytail and pulled her head back gently until her back arched and her tail lifted as high as it could go.

Absolutely gorgeous.

This was an image he never wanted to forget: Susie submitting for him. Trusting him enough to allow him to do these dark deeds to her. Seeing her want what he had to offer and finding her pleasure with him.

And, of course, the carnal satisfaction it gave him to see his cock in her tight ass.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, wincing as he tugged her hair.

“You. I do believe that I’ve been waiting for you.” He plunged his cock deep, giving an earthy groan as he bottomed out.

He thrust into her again, rougher this time, his cock growing impossibly hard and engorged as he neared his climax.

“It hurts,” Susie whimpered.

“I know.” He pressed a kiss against her temple, then drew back and drove his cock into her again. He loved the sound of his balls slapping her clit. “But it feels good for me.”

“But—”

“Shh, I’m nearly there.”

“Arken…”

He thrust again. “Yes?”

“Please.”

He ignored her.

Thrust.

“Arken…”

Again. Another deep, punishing stroke that made both of them cry out.

He was about to come, his muscles straining with every thrust. He couldn’t stop, not with the agonising lure of pleasure pulling him rapidly towards release.

Just one more thrust.