The public claim still burned in my memory like a brand.
I kept Justin on his knees as the full morning light flooded the chamber, the neutral sensitizer maintaining its merciless hold. His body trembled with exhaustion and amplified sensation, sweat tracing slow paths down his chest. His c**k remained rigidly hard between his spread thighs, flushed dark and leaking steadily, every drop a testament to the breaking endurance I had imposed.
I straddled his lap once more, sinking down onto his throbbing length in one slow, claiming glide. He filled me completely. I stayed buried deep, clenching around him in rhythmic pulses while I forced him to confront the memory with me.
“The public claim,” I whispered against his ear, beginning to ride him with deliberate, luxurious rolls of my hips. “
