The room was heavy with the scent of sex and the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing. Mike didn't pull away entirely; he stayed perched over her, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to anchor her to the bed.
He sat back on his haunches, his muscular thighs still framing her hips, and purposefully lifted his hips just enough to let his cock hang free.
It was still formidably thick, heavy, and glistening with a mixture of his creamy semen and her saliva. The amber light of the lamp caught the wet sheen of the shaft, making it look like polished mahogany.
It hung there, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic life of its own, a silent testament to the power he held over her.
Madison stared up at it, her vision still a bit blurry from the intensity of the climax. Her lips were swollen, her throat still aching from the deep, forceful thrusts, but the sight of him unapologetic and massive triggered a fresh wave of hunger.
