Page 24 of Toxic Truth

Fuck no—stop!

She didn’t and cupped his balls.

The top of his head nearly blew off. His gums tingled, and his shoulders burned.

Unknowing or indifferent to his suffering, she worked him without pause.

Not about to let her beat him at this, he called on all the discipline he owned. Resolve that saw him through combat and its aftermath, keeping him and his buddies alive. Determination nothing would break. Not even a woman he admired and hungered for.

He rubbed her clit, making certain to vary his pace to keep her off guard, stopping now and again so she wouldn’t know what to expect. All while thrusting his dick into her slowly then fast, taking command.

A squeal erupted from her, her pussy going nuts around his dick. Another climax.

Proud as fuck at what he’d done, he drilled her as if there was no tomorrow, giving her a ride she’d never forget.

She pulled her mouth free and gasped then squeezed his cock hard and long, holding tight, exponentially increasing the friction between them on each pump.

His hair stood on end. He shuddered and couldn’t stop, his nuts and dick wanting him to come, come, come.

No. Damn her. She refused to behave.

He reclaimed her mouth and worked her clit.

She wiggled.

Too damn bad. In this bed, he was the fucking boss.

Just like that, she relaxed her pussy, letting him do his thing.

Not trusting it, he slowed.

To say she played dead was an understatement. Few things were as limp.

Refusing to believe her act, he settled her calves on his shoulders, giving him greater access to her cunt.

Her breathing quickened. Her pussy constricted. Fast this time. No, quicker than that, a damn blur, catching him unaware and sending him sailing.

Fighting release, he plowed into her for all he was worth, shaking the mattress, making the bedframe squeak, and the legs tap the floor.

Despite his efforts, she hung on and aroused him as no one else had.

Together, they reached climax. She ended their frenzied kiss and cried out.

He couldn’t make a sound.

She’d stolen his breath, willpower, and what little strength he had left, sending him on a journey he never wanted to end. He spun, soared, then floated higher than the atmosphere, clear to where the universe stopped, his ears ringing, skin so sensitive one stroke on his balls would bring him to tears. Thankfully, she gripped his arms, not his nuts.

Gradually, the feelings subsided, Earth calling him back. He refused to listen or return. This was too nice.

His pooped bod didn’t agree.

Trembling, he collapsed, catching himself before he crushed her, his elbows supporting his weight.

She eased back his hair and kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”

“Hell, thank you.” He ground his groin against her pussy, not wanting any separation between them. “For a minute there, I swear I saw a tunnel and, at the end, a bright light.”

Her deep laughter knocked her boobs into his pecs.

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