50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
The wet sounds were obscene.
“I’m close,” he warned, voice cracking.
“Come inside me,” I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I want to feel you pulsing. Breed your little sinner.”
With a guttural cry, Julian buried himself to the root and came. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper, until it leaked out around his cock and dripped down my ass.
We collapsed together, panting, his weight heavy on top of me. His cock twitched inside me, still half-hard. For long minutes, only our breathing filled the room.