As if he knew that, he changed his pattern. Short, hard thrusts, pounding against my gland, and I was screaming and coming all over myself. My body clenched around him, my muscles locked and my back arched as I shot. I didn’t know how he could keep moving with how tight my ass was squeezing him, but he did. Then he froze, and I felt him pulse and fill the condom.
He collapsed on top of me when he was done, burying his face against my neck, and I was so spent I couldn’t even lift my arms to hold him. I turned my head and kissed his sweaty hair, breathing him in and riding the aftershocks. My ass hurt since his fat dick still lodged inside me, and soon, I would be too sensitive to endure it. But until then, I was just content to feel him.
Spencer groaned, gently bit my shoulder, then slowly lifted his head. His grin was huge, his eyes a little unfocused, and he kissed me soundly before pushing himself up on his arms.
“You ready, baby?”