His hand found my waist and yanked me into him to meet his thrusts. I nearly choked on the pleasure of it.
He continued jerking my hips to meet his every stroke. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back on screaming. I really needed to get him to stop.
Shaking, I leaned down and did the one thing I might probably hate myself for for the rest of my life. I kissed him.
This time, it wasn't him claiming me. It was my lips pressing hungrily to his.
He didn't reciprocate but let me take all of it, and almost immediately, he stilled inside me, filling me with his c*m.
He growled low as he yanked my hair and took over the kiss. It was fast, wet, and fevered.
To my dismay, it was enough to get me off my own edge.
It felt like moments until he released my sore lips, his c**k still
