Aftermath of a creampie

Meg lay beneath Josh, her body still trembling from the intensity of their recent encounter. His weight pressed down on her, his chest heaving with each breath as he remained embedded deep within her. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before; it was raw, primal, and utterly overwhelming. Her hips moved involuntarily, grinding against him as if seeking more of that intoxicating friction.

Josh's lips found her back, kissing along her spine with a tenderness that belied his earlier roughness. Meg moaned softly, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. She could feel something warm and wet inside her, a sensation that was both foreign and strangely satisfying. It took her a moment to realize what had happened—Josh had creampied her. Panic surged through her, quickly followed by anger.

"Why did you do that?" she demanded, her voice shaky but firm. "I told you I always use a condom!"

Josh chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. "Because real men don't need those things," he replied, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Besides, you liked it, didn't you? You can't deny how good it felt."

Meg's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She tried to muster a retort, but the words caught in her throat. How could she argue when every fiber of her being was tingling with residual pleasure? She made a cute frown, pouting slightly as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Next time, you need to use a condom," she insisted, though even to her own ears, her protest sounded half-hearted.

Josh's smile widened, revealing a row of slightly crooked teeth. "Already thinking about next time, are we?" he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her lower back. "You know, Meg, you're already considering surrendering to me again. Admit it."

Meg's heart skipped a beat. Had she really been entertaining the thought? She hadn't noticed the shift in her own mindset, but now that he mentioned it, the idea wasn't entirely repulsive. In fact, there was a part of her that was curious, that wanted to explore this newfound intensity further.

Her body, hair, and makeup were a testament to the chaos of their encounter. Her chestnut waves had come loose from their clip, cascading around her shoulders in wild disarray. A few strands clung to her damp forehead, sticking to the light sheen of sweat that coated her skin. Her makeup, once meticulously applied, was smudged and smeared—mascara clumped in her lashes, blush faded to a soft glow, and lipstick long gone. Her green blouse and pencil skirt were crumpled and twisted, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that highlighted her arousal.

Josh's hand slid down her side, coming to rest on her hip. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his touch sending another shiver down her spine. "Let's see if we can make that 'next time' happen sooner rather than later," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Without waiting for a response, he began to move again, his cock sliding out of her only to thrust back in with renewed vigor. Meg gasped, her body instinctively arching towards him. The sensation was immediate and intense, a sharp contrast to the slow build-up of their previous encounter. Josh's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him as he pounded into her with relentless ****.

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding—the slap of flesh against flesh, Meg's breathless moans, and Josh's grunts of exertion. The scent of their combined arousal hung heavy in the air, mingling with the stale odor of the apartment. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure radiating through Meg's core, her muscles clenching around him in involuntary spasms.

Josh's pace quickened, his movements becoming more erratic as he approached his climax. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove himself deeper inside her. Meg's vision blurred with tears of ecstasy, her body trembling under the onslaught of sensation.

"Fuck, Meg," Josh growled, his voice strained. "You feel so damn good."

Meg could barely form coherent thoughts, her mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, the telltale sign of his impending release. With one final, powerful thrust, Josh buried himself deep within her, his body shuddering as he came. Warmth flooded her insides, filling her up in a way that was both shocking and exhilarating.

As Josh collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, Meg let out a long, shuddering breath. Her body was a tangle of exhaustion and satisfaction, her limbs heavy and her mind blissfully empty. For a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the afterglow, savoring the sensations that lingered within her.

But then reality set in, and Meg's anger resurfaced. She pushed at Josh's shoulders, trying to wriggle out from under him. "Get off me," she muttered, her voice muffled by the bed.

Josh rolled off, sprawling beside her with a satisfied sigh. "You know, Meg," he said, his tone casual, "you might want to think about letting me take care of you more often. You seem to enjoy it."

Meg glared at him, though the fire in her eyes was tempered by the lingering haze of pleasure. "Don't get used to it," she snapped. "This was a mistake."

Josh just smiled, his gaze lingering on her body. "We'll see," he said, his voice laced with confidence. "We'll see."