It was a little bit helpless. It was a little bit wonderful. It was more than a little crazy, knowing what he did, having the guesses that he had. But he hurried after her, pumping hard and hissing in startled pleasure whenever she squeezed around him. That was all that he needed, though some desperate, hungry part of him struggled to keep going even as his thighs shook and he spilled himself into her body.
Finally. Finally. He'd wanted this so badly.
That fact made it all the more cruel when, mere seconds after, his head began to pound. That now-familiar pressure began to build in his head, filling it with fog and the feeling that his ears would pop.
He tensed. Stared at the door. Then, wrapped both his arms around her holding tightly. "No...damn it, no!"
It didn't matter. The paint on the walls was peeling. He was going back again.
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Date: 2018-07-25 02:05 pm (UTC)It was a little bit helpless. It was a little bit wonderful. It was more than a little crazy, knowing what he did, having the guesses that he had. But he hurried after her, pumping hard and hissing in startled pleasure whenever she squeezed around him. That was all that he needed, though some desperate, hungry part of him struggled to keep going even as his thighs shook and he spilled himself into her body.
Finally. Finally. He'd wanted this so badly.
That fact made it all the more cruel when, mere seconds after, his head began to pound. That now-familiar pressure began to build in his head, filling it with fog and the feeling that his ears would pop.
He tensed. Stared at the door. Then, wrapped both his arms around her holding tightly. "No...damn it, no!"
It didn't matter. The paint on the walls was peeling. He was going back again.