Ezra
Allen kept pounding into me. Each stroke pulled a hopeless moan out of me. He kept purposefully dragging out my release. It was torture in the best way, at a point I didn't know if I should cry or beg him to fuck me faster.
"Fuck… Allen…" I gasped, my fingers digging into his back.
He kissed me again, it was deep and soft while his hips kept moving and thrusting into me.
In and out. Deep and slow. That was how he kept thrusting into me.
My cock leaked between us, trapped against my stomach as he pressed me into the mattress. Every time he bottomed out, my toes curled and my hole clenched around him in ways I didn't know was possible.
He suddenly pulled out completely, leaving me empty. I whimpered at the loss, but he just flipped me onto my stomach, lifted my hips, and slid back in from behind in one smooth thrust.
