“My dick,” I moaned.
“My pussy,” he grunted.
“You’re fucking me so good,” I heaved out, unable to catch a breath. “I think I’m about to pass out.”
I wasn’t blowing up his ego. The man had me so overwhelmingly undone, I was on the verge of tipping into a glorious blissful coma.
The sensation of pre-orgasmic bliss choked me when the first sparks of my orgasm hit, zipping through my body with sharp currents that settled and awakened when he continued to slam into me.
“I’m coming, baby…coming so fucking hard.”
“I feel it, love, so warm and juicy. God, I feel you clamping down on me. Shit. Mecca! Fuck!” he roared, his body shivering as he continued to pump into mine with frantic jerks.
My damn heel was scratching the window so hard, he was no doubt going to have to replace it. I would be surprised if the gear shift still worked, I had kicked the shit out of it during the process of our session.
We roared, growled, and moaned together, enjoying the greatest rush I had ever experienced. There was one thing I was certain of, my pussy was unconditionally his, and if Arjen didn’t know it before, I’m sure he knew it now. After this, I wasn’t going to be able to look at another man’s mid-section, much less want one.
How long was it going to take to recover from the new sin we had created so we could do it again?