“I am about to humiliate myself, Jemma,” he grated, his cock pulsing in me. “It seems I am unable to get inside you without immediately needing to spill.”

“Well …” I panted, wriggling on him, that stretch turning to a desperate ache, a need for him to move in me. “You do have that mystical semen …”

“I would … just once … like to bring you off with my cock alone … I am not without skills in that department.”

I giggled, and he groaned again, his finger pressing into my backside. My laughter turned to a throaty moan. “Well, just pretend you’re a human male.”

He inhaled sharply, even as his finger continued that torturous massage, slowly intensifying the throb building inside me. “And … what might a human male do in this situation?”

“Think of something super icky to try and stave it off?” I suggested, cheekily wriggling on him. “I’ve heard that some men count by sevens … you know, to give them something to focus on that isn’t the tight, hot … slippery pussy they’re gloved inside.”

“You are a menace, Jemma Bliss,” he rumbled, but his grip on my hip shifted, coming around to tuck under my belly. He drew back and then thrust, the sheer depth of him inside me making me squeak.

“There’s my Mouse,” he chuckled, doing it again. And then rocking his hips, stirring himself in me, as his finger breached my backside. I panted as he withdrew again and found a rhythm that was pure torment, slowly but inexorably pushing me towards the edge with the hot slide of his cock, and the dirty press of that finger.

“What happened to humiliating yourself?” I gasped, my pussy tightening, heat flooding down my legs and through my belly. “This is … oh!” He hit me in a spot that had me seeing stars, pushing me to the precipice of a mind-blowing climax but somehow holding me there. “What are you doing to me?”

“I already told you … I’m grovelling, Mouse,” he breathed, and he rocked into me again. “And as for holding back my humiliation … I just reminded myself that your pleasure is the only thing that matters to me right now.”

“SJ, I …” I broke off with a sob as he rocked once more, and I fell over the edge, my pussy squeezing desperately around him as wave after wave of pleasure swamped me.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, his finger slipping from my backside, gripping my hips as he pounded into me, once, twice, and with a roar, he let himself go. And I followed him, the heat of him inside me sending me soaring once more, the suddenness of the pleasure so intense I saw stars.

As he slowed, he pulled my sweaty, far too well-pleasured body back against him, wrapping his arms around my waist.