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I think one of the buttons of my shirt pops out as he opens it, and then his left hand is wrapped around my breast as he squeezes.

When our lips finally part, I’m breathless, my heart is beating like crazy, and my pussy is trying to clamp around nothing.

“Shifters can’t get diseases,” Louis says as he moves his hand to open his black pants. “And I had my contraceptive shot two months ago.”

His right hand stays around my throat, and I find it incredibly hot.

But maybe not as hot as knowing that this male doesn’t consider contraception to be something only women should care about.

“I have an implant anyway,” I answer him.

Oh yes, even if I do believe Louis, I’m glad I have my own contraception.

He doesn’t bother with dropping his pants all the way down. He shifts one of his fingers into a claw, cuts through his own boxer briefs, and his hard cock springs out of it.

Fuck. That thing is massive.

And it’s supposed to grow more at the base when his knot swells? He’s going to split me open.

I almost expect him to spear me immediately as soon as his cock is out, but instead, he takes himself in hand and rubs the bead of precum at the top.

Then, he brings himself to my pussy, and rubs his tip against my clit.

“I’m going to need you to come another time before I can fit inside of you,” he says as he rubs faster against my clit, and I’m surprised by how good it feels.

Fuck. I’ve never done that. Why does it feel better than fingers?

He keeps rubbing, first up and down and then in tiny circles.

“Look at yourself, wetting my cock so well,” he says, looking at what he’s doing to me, and surely I’m so fucking wet that his cock is covered in my juices, but I’m also dripping on the desk.

It’s filthy, but so satisfying.

“Come for me, and you’ll be able to take my cock like a good girl,” Louis says when my orgasm builds again, and it seems to trigger something inside of me, because I do just that.

It’s smaller than the first one, but it still racks my body with waves and waves of pleasure.

I tip my head to the ceiling, hands on the desk and eyes closed, and sigh in pleasure, only for Louis to finally enter me in one swift move.

Which seems to trigger a bigger wave of pleasure as my pussy squeezes around his hard length.

Fuck. I feel so full.

It’s divine.

But then he starts moving and kisses me, and my brain short-circuits altogether.

I can’t think anymore.

All I can do is enjoy the pumping movement of his hips between my legs as he makes my climax endless.

I have no idea how he does it. Hell, I had no idea it was even possible.

But each time I feel the waves of pleasure withdraw slowly, he moves his body in a way I don’t understand, and on the next tip of his hips, he hits my G-spot, and it starts all over again.

I’m a mess of pleasure.

And not screaming his name becomes extremely hard to do, even with his lips still claiming my mouth.