Not that he's worried about much but how she feels, now. About how she tastes when he kisses her, just as drunk and urgent in his lust. He can be a little cocky in moments, but fuck, she still drives him crazy, and he's fucking her like he can't hold back right now. Mostly because he can't.
Not when she's so hot, so wet. Not when she's so slick around him, clinging tight to his cock. It's perfect, she's always so annoyingly perfect, even as she whines, even as she moans into that kiss, losing what little composure she has left. And once again he tries to fuck his way through her orgasm, as long as he can, until the pleasure peaks and crashes over him, too.
He empties himself of her not long after, letting out a shuddering groan as he draws back from her lips, low and guttural. He sees stars, he thinks. How dare she. ]
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Not that he's worried about much but how she feels, now. About how she tastes when he kisses her, just as drunk and urgent in his lust. He can be a little cocky in moments, but fuck, she still drives him crazy, and he's fucking her like he can't hold back right now. Mostly because he can't.
Not when she's so hot, so wet. Not when she's so slick around him, clinging tight to his cock. It's perfect, she's always so annoyingly perfect, even as she whines, even as she moans into that kiss, losing what little composure she has left. And once again he tries to fuck his way through her orgasm, as long as he can, until the pleasure peaks and crashes over him, too.
He empties himself of her not long after, letting out a shuddering groan as he draws back from her lips, low and guttural. He sees stars, he thinks. How dare she. ]