“Fuck,” he says and then grunts one more time before coming with a roar, prolonging my orgasm even longer. His cock grows bigger in me, and he pumps into me a little bit each time. When his fingers let go of my hips, I collapse on the bed. My legs are sore, and my body is limp as a fucking noddle. I want to get up and grab my stuff and go, but I can’t move. I can’t do anything. I look over at him as he takes his cock out of me, and my body screams to get it back. He walks to the bathroom, his cock still hard as a rock, and I get to check out his ass as he walks away from me.

“I’m so fucked,” I say to myself. “So fucked.”

Chapter Eight

Mark

I take the condom off and dispose of it and grab a cloth. My heart hammers in my chest. I haven’t come that hard ever; her pussy gripped my cock so tight I thought it would suffocate. After running the warm water over the plush white hand towel and squeeze I then carry it back to my bedroom and see that she hasn’t moved.

“I am trying to move,” she grumbles. “But it’s like my body is locked to the bed.”

I walk to the side of the bed, and her head turns to look at me. “Trust me, if you were locked to my bed, you would know it,” I tell her, and her eyes go from my eyes to my cock.

“How are you still locked and loaded?” she whispers, then looks up at me. “Did you take something?”

I throw my head back, and the sound of my laughter fills the room. “I don’t need to take anything. I have a beautiful naked woman in front of me.”

“I know how it works, Mark.” She tries to turn, and I lean down and help her. She lies there naked, her nipples still pebbled, her pussy glistening. “I’m just saying usually there is a …” She snaps her fingers, trying to think of the word. “Recovery time.”

“Is that a challenge?” I ask her, and my cock is suddenly rock hard and ready. I get on the bed with her kneeling next to her. I take the cloth, and I’m about to wipe her. “How many rounds do you think we can go?”

“Considering my vagina is almost broken …” She looks at me and grabs the cloth out of my hand before I can clean her with it. “Maybe two or three.”

“Is that so?” I ask her. “Let’s aim for five.”

“I need to walk later,” she says, and I see her eyes move to my cock in my hands, then back up to my eyes. “I mean, worst-case scenario, my doorman will carry me.”