Page 44 of Curvy Hostage Mate
I could feel myself getting closer. I held onto the delicious feeling for as long as I could, wanting to savor the moment, never wanting it to end. The pressure grew and grew, nearing an almost unbearable crescendo as I writhed and squirmed.
I was tipping into oblivion, and I wanted to keep falling forever. I tried to stay where I was, to make it last, but Chris made it harder with every thrust. I was falling, and there was nothing I could be able to do about it.
I shattered, screaming as I came undone, riding the wave of bliss and ecstasy and release. My hips bucked as my fingers curled into fists, my breath coming in ragged pants as I continued to savor the shivers of pleasure radiating through me.
Chris kept pumping inside me, his thrusts growing more fervent and erratic. He groaned, and his cock spasmed as he finished, filling me.
His thrusts slowed and ended, almost reluctantly. As he slid out of me, his mouth met mine gently.
“I love you,” he said.
I smiled up at him, feeling like, for the first time in years, my life was complete.
“I love you, too,” I said.
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THE END
