His hips lost their measured pace and he began f*****g me in earnest. Hard, rough. Short strokes. Hard breathing. I came again, pulsing around his c**k. Once, twice, he filled me, then he nipped my shoulder as he came, stifling his groan and filling me with his hot seed. The little bite of pain only pushed me over into another powerful o****m. I collapsed onto the bed as Dax pulled out and dropped beside me. The bed bounced and I rolled into him. I felt a slight press against the plug and the vibrations shut off.
I moaned at the lingering feeling of being completely dominated, well f****d, sated. We were sweaty and sticky, his seed slipping from me. My hair was a wild tangle and I was worn out, my body sensitive.
“Did that end your fever?” I asked sleepily sometime later.
“Mmm,” he said
