He Cums

The bed groaned under the rhythmic weight of their bodies, the silk sheets twisted and damp. Jefferson was driving into Nicole with a relentless, punishing pace, the sound of their flesh colliding echoing through the guest room. *Slap. Slap. Slap.* Nicole’s head lolled against the pillow.

"You're trying to hide it, aren't you?" Jefferson groaned, his voice thick with lust. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin to anchor her as he lunged deeper.

"The way you're squeezing me... you actually like this."

"I don't," she lied, her voice a breathy, shaky whisper. "I just... I want you to be done."

"Liar," he rasped, a smirk pulling at his lips. He shifted his angle, hitting a spot that made her toes curl and a small, involuntary moan escape her.

"Your body is screaming for me, Nicole. You love being my little secret."

"Mmm... shut up," she whimpered, though she instinctively arched her back, pushing her pelvis up to meet his next thrust.

Jefferson’s pace turned frantic. He wasn't just fucking her anymore; he was claiming her. He let out a guttural *ugh* with every strike, the wet *squelch* of his cock sliding in and out of her drenched pussy filling the room. His muscles locked, his bald head glistening with sweat as he hit the precipice.

"I'm going to fill you... every single inch of you!" he roared. With one final, violent thrust, Jefferson buried himself to the hilt, pinning her firmly against the mattress. His body stiffened, and a loud, primal groan ripped from his throat. Nicole felt the sudden, scorching eruption of his seed hitting her cervix. It arrived in thick, powerful pulses, a torrent of hot cream that flooded her vaginal canal. He shuddered violently, pumping wave after wave of warm fluid deep into her depths, filling her until she felt stretched to her limit.

He remained there for a long moment, panting heavily against her neck. As he slowly withdrew, a thick mixture of white semen and her own juices leaked from her entrance, spilling onto the silk sheets in a creamy, glistening pool.

"Look at you," he whispered, glancing down at the mess. "Completely full of me."

Nicole turned her face away, hiding the flush of pleasure on her cheeks.

"I still hate you," she murmured, though she didn't move to push him away.