“Inside.”

“Inside.” The moment the words leave your lips, his control snaps. He slams into you hard, once, twice, then buries himself to the shaft with a deep groan.

His cock pulses, flooding your insides with something warm and wet. He keeps grinding into you slowly, milking every last drop while your own satisfaction washes over in waves of pleasure. When he finally stills, he stays buried inside, panting against your shoulder. You look down to see his cum leaking around the hilt. You feel the faint twitches of his pleasured cock inside you, sending small waves of pleasure.

“Fuck…” he mutters, voice hoarse. “You're amazing, you know that?” He lifts his head to look at you, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face.

Leaning forward, he kisses your forehead, and you feel his stubble against your skin.

A rush of after-coitus pleasure comes over you, alongside a faint trickle of something else. Something close to a hazy fear. You just had raw sex, and he did finish balls-deep inside you.