She did exactly as he bid, clenching her throat muscles around him.
That was all it took.
His hips bucked of their own accord, pushing his sensitive head against the walls of her throat, just enough pressure to set him off.
Wolfe came on a guttural groan. Releasing waves upon waves of hot cream down Rui’s throat.
Convulsively, she swallowed around him, taking it all down. She probably hadn’t taken a breath in minutes, but she seemed to have the most astounding lung capacity, for she didn’t seem to need it.
She continued to swallow him down, squeezing his aching stalk with her mouth and clenching her throat around his crown. Her hand reached beneath his root to his shuddering stones, squeezing them gently in time with his pulsing release.
Despite her best efforts to drink it all, his seed still leaked out of her mouth, down her chin. There was so much of it. He couldn’t seem to stop.
When he was still coming, his fist in her hair going lax from his climax, she pulled her mouth off him and came astride in one smooth motion, unerringly taking him back inside her tight channel, riding him anew, drawing out his seemingly endless release.
Wolfe’s entire body was splintering apart. His breaths bellowed and his heart thundered. She leaned down until they were chest to chest, taking his mouth again in a possessive kiss, thrusting her tongue inside in time with the galloping pace she set below.
He growled with primitive possession when he tasted himself, delivered in the sweetness of her kiss.
He was still coming. He never stopped.
His cock was sore and spent, yet enduringly hard. She gave him no quarter. She rode him hard and brisk, taking him deep, squeezing him tight.
And when she began to shake within his arms, chasing her own ecstasy as she fucked herself upon his cock, he gritted his teeth and gave her more. Thrusting up as she pushed down. Holding the back of her head as he plundered her mouth in return.
Together they came.
As a star shot across the midnight skies.
And the sands of time trickled steadily away.