The command, possessive and primal, was all the permission she needed.
A fresh surge of desperate want crashed over her.
"Yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, her hands scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slicked back.
"Fill me up, Ross! Give me your cock! Let my lewd pussy take it all!"
The moment her plea left her lips, she felt it.
A deep, pulsing throb at her very center, followed by the first hot, insistent jet of his release.
Pew!
Pew!
Pew!
It knocked against her womb, a profound, intimate claim that stole the air from her lungs.
He didn't just come; he flooded her, each powerful pulse a promise, a branding.
He filled her up completely, and then kept coming, until the sheer volume of it overflowed with ease, a hot, slick testament to their union, sealing them together in the breathless, trembling aftermath.
A broken, breathy sigh escaped her lips, a sound that was half-plea and half-prayer.
"Ohhhh fuck me… it's so good!"
