“Harder, Chris. Make me feel it!” I yell.
He starts to speed up, pounding into me with everything he’s got. Soon, I’m coming with a shout.
“Fuck yes!” I cry out. A few seconds later, Chris yells and I feel his warmth through the condom, a soothing balm for an ass well-used.
He collapses on me, but quickly rolls to the side, breathing hard, chest heaving. I am replete, unable to move, a sigh of contentment on my lips.
“So, did you enjoy your dessert?” I ask, a tired smile on my face.
He laughs softly, turning over on his side, his hand caressing my stomach.
“That was the sweetest dessert I’ve ever tasted. I hope we can have seconds, and soon,” he chuckled.
We lay together, Chris holding me against his chest, stroking my arm. We fall asleep for a while, sated.
In the middle of the night, he wakes me up, my back to his chest while he slowly jacks my cock. The sensation is delicious, and I thrust into his fist, growing harder and harder with each pump