It didn’t hit all at once.

One stroke. Then another. Then he hit his cock deep into her - and there was a button that he was pressing that made her cling to him, tight and trembling, her breath falling apart beneath his mouth.

John gripped her hips with a quiet ferocity, his control hanging by the thinnest thread. He felt every inch of her around him, soft wet heat drawing him deeper until he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.

Her body was so perfect. Like she’d been carved to fit him. Like his cock belonged right there inside her pussy, and her scent belonged in his lungs.

He moved slowly, but the pressure inside him had begun to coil.

Tighter. Hotter. Meaner.

He moaned into her neck, the sound muffled but raw. She answered with a whimper that turned into a gasp, as he thrust his hips harder, and her nails slid down his back, knowing what he was about to do, carving her name into his skin .

And then she said it.

“Don’t stop baby”

And then she said it again. "Don't stop baby, cum for me. Cum for me"

It broke something in him.

He fucked her deeper, harder, every stroke a confession. His lips found her jaw, her throat, her shoulder.

She arched into him. Wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulled him in until he wasn’t just inside her body—he felt inside her whole soul.

And then he came, seized by a wave he couldn’t swim against. Her pussy pulsated an invitation so feral it was coded as primal. His body could not control the tidal wave of pressure bursting through his cock. She felt him push her buttons and locked her heels into the back of his thighs, begging him to bury his cock as deep as she could take him as he gushed.

And then he came, and came, and came and came.

He groaned her name, long and guttural, forehead pressed to hers as he gave her every drop. Everything.