Page 33 of Wild Rush
He needed to come. Using his free hand to grab his cock, he jerked his length in punishing strokes.
Rush had never witnessed a multiple orgasm like the one Reena was experiencing. She thrashed over him, her pelvis slamming her forward into his face again and again.
He pulled his dick harder as his balls tightened and come shot up his length. It spurted onto his stomach, the hot wads of liquid splattering over his skin.
And Reena was still coming.
Except now, her body was pushing him out, clamping tight in an effort to stop him from invading. He eased his fingers from her ass, his thumb from her pussy and, grabbing her hips, pulled her down his body to cradle her against his chest.
She shuddered in his arms, sobbed into his neck, and he cursed himself a fool for not stopping sooner.
“Reena, baby, are you okay?” He stroked a hand over her hair. Tried to soothe her with his touch and his words. “I’m sorry. We won’t do that again.”
“No.” Her head shook against him.
“Okay. Whatever you want. Anything you want.”
“That,” she gasped. “I wantthatagain.”
