I gave up the battle and began stroking into him once again. I reached around to take his cock firmly in my hand and went back to jacking him off. He panted harder and thrust back wildly. He'd never been so out of control at any other point in our time together.
The warmth of his semen--what there was of it--spilling through my fingers triggered my own climax, and I bit his shoulder to keep from shouting.
Louis's knees gave out, and he sprawled on the bed beneath me, his legs framing mine.
"This isn't the end, you know," I murmured in his ear.
"I hope not!"
"Ass. Why pretend you were a whore?"
"Why did you want me to be one?"
I opened my mouth to rebut that, but there was no way I could. I drew in a breath. "Yeah, I guess you have a point."
"Would you mind explaining it to me, because je vous assure, I am at a loss."