Yes, he does.

You lay there a moment more, gasping like a landed fish, coming down from your high. You hear him pulling his pants up, zipping his fly, buckling his belt. You see his shadow as he reaches over and takes your panties from your mouth, putting them in his pocket. You desperately want him to stay, or take you with him, but you are too breathless. All you can manage is a moan of disappointment. Followed by a sharp squeal as he slaps your arse. Another moan as his fingers trace the outer edges of your pussy lips. "I hope you don't think I'm done with you yet. Get up. You're coming with me. You're my slut now!"