"I'm fine! You worry too much. Just a sudden stitch in my side," he managed to choke out, his eyes squeezed shut as the waves of his release continued to crash through him. "I'm... I'm okay. Just keep eating."

 

He kept going, filling my mouth with his cream. Rope after thick, hot rope hit the back of my throat. It was salty, slightly bitter, and yet incredibly sweet all at once. I swallowed it down greedily, making sure not to waste a single drop, and kept milking him with my tongue and lips until he was completely empty.

 

Even then, I wasn't satisfied. The heat in my core was burning...