Spencer didn’t seem to want to let me go. He clung harder; his arms slid up until he was plastered against my back, sweat sticking us together. He rolled us onto our sides…and he still had his cock lodged inside me.
“Aches a bit,” I said very softly. I didn’t want him to think it had been bad, but I really needed his dick out of my ass.
“Okay, baby,” he whispered. “Hold on.”
He reached between us and grabbed onto the condom so he wouldn’t lose it. Then he used his other hand to push my leg forward and up. Ever so gently he pulled out, moving slowly. It still stung as he pulled against my rim, and it was a relief when I was empty.
But I felt hollow too, and tried to roll away.
“Wait a sec.” Spencer stilled me with a hand on my hip and then slid around until he could get his face near my ass.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I tried for indignant, but I didn’t quite have the energy
“Just checking. You’re swollen and red, but I didn’t hurt you.”