His hips thrust harder and she knew she had to put an end to it, or he'll really split her in two.

　　She remembered all the scrolls and parchments she'd read and knew that she had to make him release faster because that's the only way for it to end.

　　And so, instead of trying to get away, she pushed back, deliberately impaling him harder.

　　He grunted. “Oh....yeah.”

　　The grunt of approval encouraged that feminine part of her that wanted to please. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, rocking back, giving him everything she had left.

　　His breath came faster, harsher as he thrust again and again.

　　He was...