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I love that last little shudder, that last bump into you at the end of orgasm, when my cock’s throbbing ebbs, your cunt warmly clutching at me, the hot sticky feel of my cum coating you inside, the slow relaxing of my grip on your hips… but then, you look over your shoulder, eyes half lidded, wiggle your ass against my stomach, squeeze me hard inside, and say in that low voice of yours- “More,” half-smile on your lips. I usually stay hard for a few minutes or two after coming, but that look, that re-arching of your back…

It’s suddenly like I haven’t touched you for a month. I can feel my expression darkening, my cock throbbing fully to life, my hands renewing their vice-hold on your hips, and I rear back and thrust in hard, that delicious slurping-squelching sound forcing our combined cum out around my returning cock to dribbling down your legs. Your head snaps up, eyes closing smile changing to that beautiful wanton “Oh”. You know what you’ve done, I can see it in your face before I begin to lose my focus. You’ve summoned that thing in me that only wants to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you again, pump myself into you as hard, as much as I can. And I do. Oh, how I do. I’m brutal, vicious, slamming, slapping our bodies together audibly, pulling you onto me for no other purpose than to make me come again in you; using you in a way that I would never dream of when I’m my sane self.

It takes longer this time, because I’d just come so recently, but I don’t know or care. I can’t hear what noises I might be making – but my ears pick out the breath I force from you, the whimpers and cries I fuck out of you. I use them, tingling from my ears to my spine to my cock, spurring me, making my nerves sing until that last jarring collision when I cry out and erupt again, spitting my seed deep inside you once more, my vision tunneling as release comes, an agony of pleasure, locking your body to me, until I am completely spent. Coherence and awareness return gradually, my ears buzzing, eyes greeted by the sheen of sweat on both of our bodies.

We’re both breathing staggered, ragged as my cock finally begins to subside, and I release your hips, leaving behind livid, lasting impressions of my grip. I collapse by your side, reach to you and grab a fistful of your hair, close to the scalp, pull to me you for a deep, panting kiss. You purr against my lips…