Finish

“Please—” Caitlin gasped, her voice ragged, her body arching beneath him as he held her wrists pinned to the mattress. “Fuck me harder, John—please—I need it—” Her words dissolved into a broken moan as he slammed into her again, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room.

John’s hips stuttered as Caitlin’s inner walls fluttered around him, her orgasm ripping through her with a choked scream. The sensation of her tightening like a vise tipped him over the edge—his thrusts turned erratic, brutal, as he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. Hot ropes of cum pulsed deep inside her, each spurt matched by another shuddering clench of her cunt around his cock.

Caitlin’s back arched off the bed, her mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure and pain blurred into white-hot ecstasy. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, her thighs trembling where they locked around his waist, holding him inside her as he emptied himself.

John’s smirk deepened as Caitlin’s chest heaved beneath him, her skin slick with sweat. He rolled his hips lazily, still buried inside her, savoring the way her cunt fluttered around his softening cock. "That was amazing," she gasped, her voice hoarse, fingers tracing the bite marks purpling along her collarbone.

"Damn right it was," he muttered, dragging his thumb through the mess of cum and sweat glistening between her thighs. His grip tightened on her hip as he leaned down, breath hot against her ear. "But I’m not done with you yet."

John’s fingers dug into Caitlin’s hip as he reached blindly for his phone, the screen flaring to life. The camera app opened, framing her wrecked body—streaked mascara, swollen lips, the glistening mess between her thighs. “Smile for my fans, slut,” he murmured, angling the lens to capture the way her cunt still twitched around his softening cock.

Caitlin’s breath hitched, but her legs fell open wider, her fingers dragging through the sticky ruin on her stomach before lifting them to her mouth with a slow, filthy suck.