Oh Christmas Tree!

And then she collapsed in my arms. Just fell back, spent, and satiated. But even then I could tell she was getting a pleasure out of it that I never had gotten from her. She was arching her back again, jutting her chest up. Her hands were working her breasts, squeezing her nipples, looking into my eyes with glazed-over eyes.

I hadn’t come yet. I hadn’t even done that much, even though it would have lifted me to the heights for only a few seconds. She was still dancing on the clouds, and I hadn’t even come yet.

I rolled over on top of her, thrust in deep, and started pumping hard and deep.

“Oh, Scotty. Oh, Scotty. Yes. Oh, god yes!” she screamed. Her hands left her breasts and reached down around my body. Her claws dug into my butt cheeks and squeezed them, holding them close to her, wanting me inside, all of me. I knew that was what she wanted because she was gasping, “Yes, deep, all of it!”

And all of it was what she got. Deep, hard pounding. I followed her buildup to another orgasm. Resenting that. Wanting it to be mine. The anger making me fuck harder, deeper, longer.