I can’t. Three orgasms and my body is wrung out and shaking and the overstimulation is agony and ecstasy braided together. His thumb on my c**t is too much. Every nerve ending is raw.
“I can’t, Jace, please, I can’t, it’s too much.”
“Yes you can.” He doesn’t ease up. His thumb circles relentless while his c**k drives into me.
Folded in half. Nowhere to hide. “You’re going to c*m again and you’re going to thank me for it.”
“Please.” I’m sobbing. Tears running into my hair. “Please, Jace, I can’t take any more, please.”
“You said that word six times.” His hips snap forward. “Please stop or please don’t stop? Pick one.”
I can’t pick. My mouth says stop and my hips roll up to meet him and we both know which one is the truth.
He pulls out. I gasp at the sudden emptiness.
Before I can pr
