My Most Precious

Demyan 

I whimpered when Ethan pulled out of my abused hole then collapsed next to me on the bed. He had done more than rocked the boat, fuck he had rocked my soul and more in the past three hours. I had no idea what lack of stamina he was talking about because he was like a raging bull until I cried and told him he was killing but instead of stopping he had driven me harder.

"No more," I rasped when he pulled me on top of him and despite my protests I guided him into me and rode him until my thighs burned. 

An hour later when I finally knew we were both spent, I struggled to keep my eyes open as I still moaned from the after effects of an orgasm. 

"I need to get us home," he kissed the side of my head and tried to pull away from me. 

"I don't want to go," I pressed hot kisses to his jaw.