He slammed in from behind.

“Tell me!”

I arched, sheets in fists, nipples banging triceps.

“Ask properly!”

He squeezed my ass even harder. It would leave marks to add to earlier acquisitions.

“Fuck, Gina!”

“Ungh! Yes, you are! Now, ASK!”

Eighth orgasm of the night was ready to breach! My second with him.

Without withdrawal, he flipped me; knees to knockers. Another gear. More sweat.

Jaw grab to focus him. “Assssk!”

“FUuuck! Was he better?!”

Finally! I sneered.

“Ten, times, BETTER!”

Primal yell, explosive release.

My own tsunami.

Mutual spasms.

Collapse.

“Mine…” he moaned.

Kisses…“Yes. Good boy…”