“You feel so good inside of me,” I encouraged, feeling him growing harder inside of me, knowing he must be close. I wanted him to let go, to lose himself. Tightening my muscles, I clenched myself around him, squeezing his cock. “Willow. Shit.” He grimaced. “Fuck. I’m going to come if you don’t stop that.” “Do it.” I wasn’t above begging for it. His cum—I licked my lips, rocking my hips in time with his movement. “Fill me up, Damien.”
