“I’m close,” I whisper. My energy is waning and I can feel the twelve hours of aggressive fucking catching up to me. “And once I finish, I want you to fill me up.” “Goddamn.” He folds his body over mine. His thighs knock against the edge of the chair and the hand at my throat moves to my head. He pulls on the ends of my hair hard enough for my neck to jerk back and look at him. “I could worship your pussy all day. Come for me, Margo. Show me how well you can milk my cock.”
