57. Luke

Chapter 57

Luke

Natalie’s handsslip from my throat as she collapses forward onto me, and I suck in a lungful of air.

My head spins as the lack of oxygen mixes with the alcohol, and I feel my dick pulse a final time.

“Shit,” I pant. “That was new.”

Natalie laughs against my shoulder, but it makes her body shake, and when her pussy clenches on my sensitive cock, it’s too much.

With a groan, I grip her ass and pull her up until my length slips free.

Wetness follows, sliding from her onto my stomach, but neither of us has energy to care.

Natalie wedges her hands under my shoulders like she’s trying to hug me, and I slide my hands up and wrap my arms around her back.

“Just a minute,” she whispers.

“Just a minute,” I repeat.