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“I made this cock for you, baby,” I panted, going as deep and as hard as I could. “Wanted to fill you up with my cock in every hole, so I had them replicate me.”
She froze, and even exhausted, I heard the anger, the jealousy. “You let another woman touch you for that?”
I laughed under my breath. My possessive little queen. “I did it myself just for you, baby.”
She settled, and I took the relief to heart. She still wanted me. I still had a chance. “What do you think, mariposa? You want me to stuff you full of cock one day?”
Her body answered for her. The orgasms before had been tough on her, but not like this. Her fingers clawed the sheets, and I could see her pussy drawing the toy in, clenching around it. My pants were getting soaked by her come, and I didn’t care.
Let it seep into my skin so I can smell like her forever.
I didn’t let up. “You’re taking it so good, baby.”
She tried her best to meet me with each thrust, but my grip on her shoulder yanked her hips to mine without any help. Even as her legs twitched with aftershocks, her muscles pulsing with the force of it, she begged for more and I gave it. Each thrust rubbed the base of the toy against my cock and it was painful torture forcing myself not to come, but I didn’t slow down. I’d go however long she needed.
Her next orgasm came fast, taking us both by surprise, and by the time it was over, she was practically wheezing.
Almost there.
“Last one, mariposa. One more and you’re done.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed. When she turned her head, tears wet her cheeks, but I saw no pain or sadness in her face. Just relief. Pure, utter relief.
“You can,” I soothed, rubbing her hips and peppering her back with kisses as I slowed my thrusts again. “Just one more.”
Honestly, she barely had enough for one more, but I knew if I didn’t wear her out to the point of exhaustion, she’d never rest.
“Can you come for me again?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I adjusted my position so every thrust hit her G-spot just right.
We were going with more than a bang. I wanted a splash.
Wedging my hand under her, I strummed her clit as she wiggled and whined under me. It was too much stimulation, but I could feel the little bead pulsing under my fingertips, desperate for a break, desperate to come.
So close.
“Almost there, baby.” Her cries got sharper, louder, and I knew I’d done it. “Come for me, mariposa. Soak my fucking sheets.”
As expected, she came with a gush that drenched us both. I played with her fast and hard, keeping my hips moving and forcing the orgasm to continue until her whole body twitched with aftershocks. Only when she pushed my hand off did I lean back so I could look at my handiwork, still giving her slow comedown strokes with my cock.
Just like I’d promised, she was covered in sweat and dripping in come. It was just her own. Little spots dotted her body where my fingers had left bruises, but I wished I’d marked her more. Still, Mari completely undone under me, both of us sticky and messy and thoroughly fucked, was enough to make me come too.
“Fuck, Mari.” I leaned over her, moaning with my teeth in her shoulder as I rode out my orgasm. Mari’s breath caught, and she moved in shaky thrusts to rub me against the toy. It was the best orgasm I’d had in ages, and I didn’t even care that I’d come in my pants.
I ran my hands lightly over her body, helping her come back to the real world a little more with each touch and kiss and soft murmur against her skin. After she drank some water, her eyes cleared of the glassiness that came from too many endorphins.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“Clean, please.” Christ, that sex-rough voice hit me straight in the dick.
We both groaned when I finally pulled the toy from her. For me, it was the sight of her pussy clinging to it that had me biting my lip. “God, you’re so pretty.”
“Fuck off,” she slurred. That was it, no other comeback. She was too exhausted.
Laughing to myself, I ran to the en suite for a warm washcloth, stripping while I had a chance. The toy and strap went into the sink to clean later, and my clothes were swapped for clean sweats. I’d shower once she was asleep and work out the ache in my balls that a single orgasm hadn’t cured.
