At her last cry of ecstasy, Ditun felt his hardened erection pulsating with a hunger he had never known, a hunger to have and own her, a hunger to come in one with her.
He stiffened, his mouth still buried at the opening of her slurring flesh. Those were dangerous thoughts. If she reminded him here, he could reach his limit and have her, and that was something he was greatly avoiding, even though every part of him wanted nothing but to take her.
He adjusted his mask, covering the lower path he had exposed, before looking up at her. Her eyes were partly open, her chest heaving up and down as if breathing was difficult for her.
He had made her come, given her an intense pleasure with the satisfaction on her face. Somehow, that made his heart flutter, and he wondered why.
