"I don't think I can survive another round."
"Mm." He didn't sound convinced. But instead of mounting me again, he scooped me up — carefully, gently, like I was something precious — and carried me to the couch.
He settled us there, pulling me against his chest, arranging my boneless limbs until I was tucked into the curve of his body. I could still feel his c*m leaking out of me, making a mess of both of us, but neither of us cared.
"I made a mess," he said, looking down at where his release was smeared across my thighs, the couch, both of us.
"You made a lot of messes tonight." I stretched, my body aching in the best way. "The wall. The floor. Me."
"I'll clean it."
"Later." I tucked myself closer against his chest. "Right now I just want to lie here with you."
He wrapped himself ar
