When he finally pushed inside me again it was slow, deep, and devastatingly thorough. He f****d me like he had all night…. long, rolling thrusts that made me moan loudly and claw at his back.
We broke the rhythm only once, when I came so hard I screamed his name and my legs shook uncontrollably. He laughed softly against my neck, kissed me through the aftershocks, and kept moving slower, deeper until I was whimpering and begging.
The second orgasm hit with a slow, rolling wave that built for minutes and left me sobbing with pleasure, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as my p***y pulsed around him in long, fluttering contractions.
Zayne finally let go with a deep, guttural groan, flooding me again while whispering filthy praise against my ear.
We lay tangled together afterward,
