CHAPTER 41. I STILL WANTED MORE
Our cries of orgasmic release were not just loud; they were cataclysmic, a cosmic explosion that seemed to tear the very atmosphere of the room asunder. The sound was excessive, animalistic, bouncing off the walls and drowning out the sanity of the world outside.
I could feel my body betraying me in the most delicious way possible. My juices were spilling out in a torrential flood, coating his length and sliding down my inner thighs in hot, sticky rivulets. The sensation was messy and primal, a testament to the absolute wreck he was making of me.
He didn't stop. He didn't even slow down to let me catch my breath. He kept pounding into me, riding out the aftershocks of my climax with a ruthless determination. It felt like he wanted to kill me, to obliterat
