Zavian's POV

She was rocking her hip back and forth, the sensation was impeccable but torturing. I wanted a release but her pace was torturing me instead.

“Fuck it…”

I laid her down hovering over her. I took charge ramming into her. I could see that she was tired. I pulled out, giving her time to recover.

I wrapped my hand back around the shaft-hot and soaked, thick and slick with cum-and started stroking again.

Dragging my fist from the base all the way to the swollen head, watching the skin pull tight, watching another bead of milky pre-cum leak out like it couldn’t fucking stop.

“Fuck… fuck, I need...