He obeyed. Faster. Deeper. Skin slapping skin, wet sounds filling the room. Her breasts bounced with each thrust; he caught one in his mouth, sucking hard while pounding into her. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until she shattered again—walls spasming, milking him, screaming his name.
The squeeze sent him over. He buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering, and came hard—thick ropes of fluids flooding her depths. He kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop deeper, marking her inside.
When the waves finally eased, he stayed buried inside her, softening only slightly. His release leaked out around his shaft, creamy white against her flushed skin. He smeared it over her swollen folds with lazy strokes, smug and possessive.
He rolled them so she lay on his chest, kissed her damp forehead.
"Ah Fu…"
"Hm?"
"We forgot protection…"
He smirked into her hair, voice low and satisfied. "Didn't bring any. I'll pull out next time. Promise."
"Next time?"
