When I caught my breath and opened my eyes, Dax remained buried deep, still hard and thick. He grinned at me. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
I flushed at his compliment.
“The fever is soothed a bit,” he breathed. I couldn’t tell by looking at him. His hands still tightly gripped my hips, the cords in his neck were rigid and his c**k had certainly not diminished.
I frowned. “But… but you haven’t come.”
“Just being inside you seems to help. Seeing you come definitely helped. I have never had the fever before, so I am learning, too. Do not fear, I am in control again.”
definitely “I don’t want to stop.” I could still ride him, still f**k him to o****m. I could come again. I wanted to come again, like a naughty, naughty girl. I wanted more. “I… I don’t want you in control.”
“You have
