“Yes,” I pant, arching against his shaft. “Yes—oh,fuck—while you watch—yes!”
I let out a high-pitched cry of pleasure as I go over the edge again, rubbing his cock faster against my clit as I roll my hips, the orgasm shuddering through me as I feel his slick cum coating my pussy, more of it leaking from the tip against my over-sensitive clit. I cry out his name as the pleasure rolls over me, making me feel nearly dizzy with the intensity of it.
“Oh,fuck,” I hear Ian growl, and then his hands are hard on my hips, pulling me up and seating me hard on his cock as he plunges inside of me, fucking me hard and fast as he thrusts up into me.
I catch his rhythm, riding him with my hands planted on his chest, letting him buck up into me so I can feel all that thick, hard length sinking into me again and again. After a moment, his thrusts slow, and I feel him pull me down, his hand twining in my hair as he brings my mouth to his for a kiss.
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life making love to you exactly the way you deserve, Alana, in every possible way I can think of,” he groans against my mouth. “And I’m going to fuck you so often you’ll be pregnant again before you know it.”
I grin against his lips, rocking down against him, feeling another orgasm starting to ripple over me as his cock stiffens, throbbing inside of me as he groans out his own pleasure. “Is that a promise?” I moan against his mouth, and Ian laughs, grabbing my hips and fucking me downwards onto his cock.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he says, laughing up at me. “But I always knew that, anyway.”
He kisses me again, long and slow. “And I promise, Alana, if that were to be the case? I’d die a happy man.”
We don’t stop, not for a long time. Not until the sun is coming up again, and we’re exhausted, collapsing in each other’s arms.
If I’m being honest, I don’t plan oneverstopping.