Still buried so deep it felt like I could feel his c**k in my f*****g throat.
But slowly, finally, I felt it. The pressure starting to ease. The knot beginning to shrink. My poor p***y was still pulsing around him, raw and overstretched and full of so much c*m I was pretty sure I could drown a toddler, but his grip on my hips loosened.
And then.
He pulled out.
My whole body flinched.
Cum spilled down my thighs immediately. So much. It slid down to the backs of my knees and pooled onto the sheets beneath me like a f*****g crime scene.
Damon didn’t say anything at first. Just reached for the edge of the blanket, dragged it up with one hand, and wiped the inside of my thighs like I was something fragile. Or his.
Then he leaned down.
Pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
And whispered, “Bet
