Page 73 of Plug and Drain

“There we are,” he praised, rocking his hips back and forth. “You did very well, my dear. How does it feel?”

Susie moaned low, the husky sound rippling through him and making his centre coil tightly like a spring. “Big.”

He gave a ragged laugh. “I’m about ready to explode.”

But he needed to hold on. He wanted to claim her ass, thoroughly and irrevocably. Most importantly, he wanted to make her feel as much pleasure as she was about to offer him.

“I’m close,” Susie whispered, her arm moving as she played with herself.

“Not yet. Wait for me.”

Arken pulled out of her, the drag of her ruthlessly tight sphincter causing agonising pleasure to flare through him. His abs tensed as he thrust back into her ass.

And then again, this time grabbing her hips and pulling her ass onto his cock. His balls slapped her clit upon impact, and her ass jiggled; her skin so perfect that the sun reflected off it like a mirror.

“Arken,” she gasped.

He pulled out and thrust again. Harder.

So.

Fucking.

Tight.

“That’s it, take my cock,” he urged, thrusting again and watching in awe as Susie’s body jerked, her plait coming undone and her hair swaying around her.

Another thrust.

“Arken, wait,” Susie cried.

He ignored her.

“You are doing so well,” he coaxed. “Hold on for a little longer.”

And another, his cock sinking in deep to pound her flesh.

He couldn’t believe the sight before him. Her tail raised, her perfect round ass exposed, his thick, throbbing member shoved deep into her ass. Suddenly, the urgency of his orgasm was eclipsed by his need to draw this out for as long as possible.

Every. Excruciating. Second.

“Arken!”

“I’m here, pet,” he said, slamming into her again. “Stay with me.”

“I can’t. I’m coming.”

“No…”

“Yes!”

“Not yet,” he growled, but it was too late. Susie’s scream was as sharp and intricate as shattered glass. The sound grated his senses in the best way, making him feel powerful and alive as she came apart loudly while speared on his cock.

“Oh, my dear,” he rumbled fondly as her body twitched and trembled, and she gave one last cry, her body convulsing in his grasp before she went limp, her knees sagging and her head dropping onto her shoulder.

His movements slowed to gentle pulses, and then he came to a standstill. By some miracle, he hadn’t come. He was anxious to resume thrusting, like a lusty sex-charged stag.

Soon.