"Bram—"
He's going to—
I was still buried in her, rhythm broken, the surge locked at the base of me and climbing. Her pussy kept pulling — tight, wet, still spasming from her own climax — and every small involuntary clench of it dragged me closer to the edge I had almost held back from.
"Bram, wait—"
Her hands left my arms and found the back of my neck. Fingers locking hard at the base of my skull, pulling my face down toward hers even as her hips tried to twist under the oversensitive drive of my cock.
I held her hips flat to the tile and kept moving — short, deep strokes now, no room left for the long drag, just the wet heavy sound of me fucking her through the last of her resistance.
"Sto—"
Don't you dare stop.
I can't hold this. I have never once—
Her eyes squeezed shut. Mouth open. The mole under her left breast jumped with every broken breath.
Oh—
