30. Luke

Chapter 30

Luke

Natalie wigglesand whimpers as she comes around my cock, and I can’t take anymore.

I dig my fingers into her soft hip and pin her body to mine as my dick starts to pulse.

Each contraction of her pussy extends my own release. And I have to grip her tighter to hold her still.

Jerking my hips forward one last time, I feel the last drops leave me.

“Holy shit,” I pant, trying to hold completely still.

Natalie turns her face to the side, her cheek against my suit coat so I can hear her. “Are we dead?”

I snort.

And then I wince. Because my dick is too fucking sensitive now.

Slowly, I slide back.

“Ah!” I choke on a cry when Natalie’s pussy gives one last spasm right before my tip slides out of her.

She chuckles, but it sounds more like a moan than a laugh.

Carefully, I slide the condom off, twisting the end into a knot and dropping it next to the discarded glass.

I’ll pick up both before we leave.

But not yet.

With nothing handy for either of us to use to clean up, I slide Natalie’s panties back up her hips and into place.

I feel a little bad that they’re stretched out, but I’ll buy her one hundred pairs if it means we get to do that again.

I tug her skirt back down with the last bit of my energy. Then I collapse face-first into the sand next to her.

Remembering too late that my dick is still out.