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They’d been dating sixteen months when he suggested it.
“What?” She’d asked, tearing her attention from Daedalus’ laptop for the first time in — gods, had it really been two hours already? No wonder he was bored — to look at her boyfriend as he sprawled out on his back across her bed.
“Shower sex,” he repeated, lifting his head to look at her down the length of his tall lean body, his eyes seeming to shimmer in the late afternoon light streaming through her window. “I was thinking we should try it.” He gave her that familiar crooked grin, the green of his eyes darkening, like leaving the shallows and striking out across a sudden drop-off to the fathomless depths.
“I- What?” She asked again, her mind still half stuck on blueprints and now half lost in the way the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt clung to his biceps like her hands when he had her pressed against the wall and-
“You know, shower sex ,” Percy repeated, stretching in a way she just knew was a deliberate attempt to drive her insane. “You get in the shower and-“
“Yes, I understand the concept of shower sex, thank you very much,” she snapped, hating the flush that was creeping up her cheeks. She could read the words off his perfect dumb face, ‘We’ve had so much sex at this point, how are you still so shy about it?’ And the fact that he still found it adorable in the way those eyes softened just a little, a hint of the shallows creeping back in around the edge of the inky oceanic depths.
She was staring at him. She stares at him a lot.
He stares at her too.
Sometimes when he thinks she hasn’t noticed. Sometimes because he knows she has.
He’s distracting, she has no idea how she’s going to survive college.
“What brought this up?” She’d asked, pursing her lips and blowing a strand of curly blonde hair out of her face, only to pout when it simply fell straight back into place.
He’d laughed, sitting up and reaching out a large tanned hand to tuck the strand delicately behind her ear, his fingers ghosting across her neck as he drew back.
“Besides the fact that I’ve been sitting here watching you type away at your laptop for two hours?” He’d asked sardonically, the same snarky little brat he’d always been, despite the fact he’s practically doubled in size since she first met him.
Then he’d given her that smile and the ocean depths were back as his eyes raked down to the grey knit sweater she was wearing.
“You’re wearing that sweater,” for a moment she hadn’t known what he meant, her eyes following his, stormy grey clouding as she stared uncomprehendingly at the thick, distinctly unsexy, wool of her sweater.
Oh, it’d clicked, and she’d felt another rush of heat, not to her cheeks this time but lower. Deeper.
It’s the sweater she wore when she sent him that first picture — the mistext.
Well, ‘wore,’ it hadn’t been covering much at the time.
“I still have it, you know,” he purred, his voice lower and rougher than normal, the distinctive timbre that made the skin on her arms break out in goose flesh and her inner thighs itch for stimulation. “The picture.”
“Even though I told you to delete it,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and realising both that he’d succeeded in distracting her and that he’d already done too good a job for her to return to what she was doing.
“You’re happy I kept it,” he’d shot back, flipping himself around on the bed and laying back in her lap, grinning up at her.
Or, more accurately, at her boobs, which were obscuring her view of everything above that grin and doubtless stopping him from seeing her face at all.
“Seaweed Brain,” she’d muttered, pinching him through his shirt in a way that absolutely wasn’t an excuse to brush her fingers across his abs.
“You never answered my question,” he’d said languidly, after the twitch brought on by her pinch had subsided and his hands had come up to rub against her back, as if trying to get her to fold herself over him and smother him with her sweater-clad stomach.
“Did you ask a question?” She hummed, reaching down and tangling her fingers in his messy black hair, working them through it like a comb.
“Mhmm,” he mumbled, grin fading slightly as he turned to putty in her lap. “Shower sex.”
“That wasn’t a question,” she’d pointed out, tugging gently on a knot in his ebony locks until it loosened, then continuing her ministrations. “It was a suggestion. ”
“Fine,” she’d almost felt his eye roll, even though she couldn't see it. “You never answered my suggestion , Wise Girl.”
“No, I didn’t,” she’d replied, smirking.
He’d huffed, then pulled a hand back and hooked it beneath the hem of her sweater, tugging it away from her stomach to let him look beneath it. His huff quickly turned into a delighted hum, his bright white teeth appearing and capturing his full lower lip.
“Have I mentioned I fucking love you?” He’d groaned, and it made her smile even as she tried to scowl.
“Are you talking to me or my tits?” She asked, trying for waspish despite the smile in her voice.
“There’s room in my heart for both,” he replied easily, still staring up her sweater at the underside of her boobs. Doubtless appreciating her decision to forego a bra for her lazy day in studying. “That’s not the important question, though.”
“Whether you love me isn’t important?” She’d lilted, arching an eyebrow and leaning forward slightly to look down at the grey fabric stretched over the top of his head.
He’d released it in an instant, letting it sink back against her belly as his bright green eyes locked with hers, something like a challenge roaring there.
“Whether I love you isn’t a question , Wise Girl.” He’d said simply, and the fact that she could make an idiot of herself trying to origami her way down to kiss him instead of having to hide the way her heart fluttered confirmed that dating him was the wisest decision she’d ever made.
“I love you too, Seaweed Brain,” she’d murmured against his lips when he took pity on her and levered himself up enough to close the gap her ribs wouldn’t allow her to.
“Wanna go make that literal?” He’d asked, in that same almost breathless tone he uses every time they kiss, as if she’s just taken his breath away.
“In the shower?” She’d asked, putting her hands on his chest and sliding them down to the hem of his shirt, delighting in the way his abdomen flexed and shivered beneath her fingers.
And that’s how she’d ended up here, facing away from him with the hot water cascading down her naked back and dripping from the cleft of her ass, almost crushed against the back wall of the cramped shower as her boyfriend’s large lean body filled the space behind her.
He’s hard.
So fucking hard.
She can feel his thick length pulsing against her ass, his hands stroking up and down her sides, and his breath chilling the water slicking her shoulder as he hunches over her.
“ Annabeth, ” he groans, and the sound makes her hips roll without her even telling them to, grinding that thick hot rod along the valley of her ass and making her stifle something that isn’t quite a whimper against the cheap plastic tile of the shower wall.
“Fuck,” he pants, his hands moving. One slides around, long strong fingers splaying possessively across her stomach and pulling her back against him. It feels like he has her whole body in the palm of that hand, like she’s small and fragile before him, and she bites her lip at how badly she wants him to break her.
The other slips to her ass, palming it and squeezing roughly, hard enough to bring her up on her toes, her hands smacking wetly against the shower wall to keep from catching herself with her face.
“Sorry,” he mutters, his hips drawing back, the bar of molten steel between her cheeks sliding down and away until something thick and slick brushes across the puckered entrance to her ass and drops to rub against folds that were soaked long before she got in the shower.
His ass must’ve hit the glass of the shower wall, cause he hisses softly, his cock jumping against her, and she starts to snicker before his hips are pushing forward and it’s swallowed up by her moan.
Her fingers squeak against the shower wall as her fists clench, and it’s such an unsexy sound she would’ve hated herself for making it if it weren’t for the fact that he’s still pushing forward and she can feel herself opening and stretching and squeezing around him.
“Oh fuck, ” someone mewls, and it takes her far too long to realise it was her. She’s too busy gasping and pushing her forehead against the slick tiles as her legs quiver and he just keeps fucking going.
He hits a spot and her eyes snap open —when did she close them?— her hand flying back and fumbling for his hip.
“W-wait!” She begs, and his hips still immediately.
“Are you ok?” He asks, and his voice is low and soft and so filled with love it makes her want to melt.
“Yeah,” she gasps, spreading her legs a little wider and pressing herself forward against the shower wall to draw him out of her a little, sucking in a sharp breath as her sensitive nipples brush the cool tiles. “I’m good, I’m so good. I just-“
“Need a minute?” He finishes for her, chuckling huskily as he pulls back until the underside of the fat purple crown of his cock is tugging gently on her entrance.
“Y-yeah,” she repeats, stuttering this time as she feels the ring of muscle at her entrance clamping convulsively, as if begging him not to pull out and take away the thick silken solidity of his dick inside her. “You’re just so…” She loses the words as he pushes back in again slowly, hitting the exact depth she stopped him at in a single smooth glide. She can feel every ridge and vein of his length rubbing against her inner walls, the stretch just as delicious as the first time. More so, because the deep stinging ache of having her hole pushed so much wider than it was probably meant to go has faded a little, the pain sharpening to the point she realises it’s pleasure.
Delicious burning pleasure.
“‘I’m just so’ what?” He asks, and she knows he’s teasing her because the bastard never sounds that innocent, even when he’s genuinely being sweet.
His hand is on her hip —she has no idea when it got there— and the one on her stomach has crept up, fingertips teasing the underside of her left breast.
As if her notice is some form of permission, the hand slides up, cupping the heavy softness of her tit and squeezing deliciously, his thumb brushing across the sensitive flesh. She moans at the touch, her back arching as the hot water from the shower beats down upon its slender curve, and she sharpens her tongue to chastise him for being such a cocky fuck.
Then his fingers are pinching her nipple and he’s driving deep inside her again and the hand on her hip is tightening and, oh, that’s why it’s there, as he pulls her up onto her tiptoes and lowers his hips so that fat spongy head is mashing across the rough sensitivity along her walls and she can feel the pressure against the inside of her ass.
“ Percyyyy! ” She keens, her leg stamping and splashing in the water flowing across the bottom of the shower as her whole body thrashes. She can feel herself squeezing him tight, so fucking tight it almost hurts and she can feel the blood pulsing through his giant cock as he grunts and it flexes in time with his fingers sinking into her breast. She writhes and bucks, and his hand on her hip is almost bruising as he forces her convulsing body under some semblance of control and keeps thrusting even as she’s coming apart around him.
She collapses forward against the shower wall, her cheek and breasts flattened against it, the cold suddenly a blessing as the fire searing down her nervous system makes her wonder if Percy Jackson might just be ambrosia, and if she cares enough to stop before she catches fire.
The water is almost scalding against her back now, and she flaps out a shaking hand to turn the temperature down a little before subsiding against the shower wall again.
“You good?” He asks, and she realises he’s balls deep inside her now only when he starts to pull back and the underside of that fucking beautiful cockhead catches on something just below her cervix and tugs with the movement. It feels like he’s trying to drag her inside out and she remembers that the fact she’s madly in love with him is only half the reason they’ve fucked almost a dozen times in the past week.
That doesn’t stop the flare of competitive pride from blooming inside her chest at the suggestion —even implicit— that Annabeth Chase might need to take a break after one, measly, mind-blowing orgasm.
She whips her head around, fixing him with her piercing stormy grey eyes and feeling perhaps a little more satisfaction than fully warranted at the way he immediately looks less like a titan-slaying demigod and more like a frightened rabbit staring down a hellhound.
“Did I say you should stop, Jackson?” She pants, clenching her inner muscles as tight as she can around him as she rolls her hips back to take the inches he’s managed to draw out of her. Once he’s back where he belongs, buried to the hilt, she bites her lip and concentrates on squeezing from her entrance all the way up to where he’s knocking against her cervix. A smooth rippling motion that makes him gasp, his hips bucking into her hard enough to make her stumble.
“You asked for it, Chase,” he growls, and she whines in disappointment as his hand leaves her poor abused breast and doesn’t start mauling its partner to match.
Then she feels the tug as he wraps her long wet hair around his fist and her back arches, head tilting back against his shoulder as he presses himself forward.
It's times like this she remembers just how big her boyfriend is, and not just in terms of the immense thick rod currently grinding against her cervix like a celestial bronze battering ram hammering at the gates.
She noticed when he first came to camp that year when he had his growth spurt. It was hard not to when she’d gone from being eye to eye, to having to tilt her head back to avoid staring at the chest she’d never really noticed filling out that tight camp shirt of his before. But, over time, he’d gone back to being Percy. Just Percy. The most important person in her life, but also a constant. One she’d stopped taking in the finer details of because they were as familiar to her as the shape of her own hands.
Now, though? Now she can’t stop noticing the finer details of how the top of her head is being tugged back against his broad shoulder. How her shoulders are brushing the angular planes of his six-pack just beneath his pecs and the hand on her hips is keeping her up on her tiptoes as his large powerful body crushes her against the shower wall.
She’s out of the hot water now, only a little deflected spray splashing across her ass, but the feel of Percy’s hot —almost steaming— body flush against her back is more than enough to keep her warm.
Then he starts to move.
He pounds into her with the same brutal efficiency he uses when dismantling a monster, his hips slapping wetly against her ass and his balls hitting her clit as he ravages her against the shower wall. His cock, that long thick beautiful cock, is hammering her cervix so hard she can feel it knocking on her womb, pushing it up a little inside her in a way that should be painful but feels like going over a rise on a rollercoaster with a vibrator on full blast.
“Oh, gods! Oh, fuck ! Percyyy!” She’s babbling, her hands clawing at the shower wall and it doesn’t matter that they’re in his mom’s apartment and the neighbours could hear and she has no idea when Sally and Paul will be coming back from their dinner date. All that matters is the obscene flex of his perfect dick inside her and the tapping of his cockhead against her cervix and the bruises she’s going to have in the shape of his fingers on her hip.
“Fuck me,” she gasps, needing to communicate how badly she needs him to keep going, to not stop, to never stop, but unable to find the words. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me oh GODS fuck me, Percy!”
“Hargh!” He snarls wordlessly, beyond words, yanking on her hair to drag her head back, his lips coming forward and swallowing the whimpering mewl of ecstasy that tears from her lips at the intoxicating sting. His mouth is as rough and greedy as the rest of him, claiming her, suffocating her, drowning her in him as his tongue plunders her depths and his full lips swallow her squeals as the arching of her back makes him hit a new spot inside her that arcs through her core like lightning.
There’s a knot of tension there, a ball of plasma growing hotter and tighter and searing her soul like the very Styx itself is being poured into her. It flutters and flexes and screams when Percy gasps and releases her hair, his arms wrapping tight around her and pinning her to his chest, his teeth finding her neck and sinking into the tender flesh in the way she’s only ever half-heartedly asked him to stop.
“R-right… thereeeee, ” she wheezes, her eyes wide and wild and her feet kicking at the shower wall, arms trapped against her sides in his embrace, as he holds himself deep inside her and jackhammers his colossal cock against the fluttering flesh of her cervix. “P-Percy! I’m- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“
“Me too!” He snarls, the arm around her waist dragging back as his fingers find her aching clit, pinching it hard enough to make her shriek before mashing the rough pad of his thumb against it in tight demanding circles. “Do it! Cum for me, baby!”
The world goes white, she’s making a sound, she can’t tell what, her body trying to thrash but still trapped in the iron restraint of Percy’s grip as his already monstrous manhood swells impossibly larger inside her. Some distant part of her deep in her subconscious is still functional enough to know what that means and suddenly she’s clamping down so tight around him, she can barely breathe as she tries to milk him for every last drop.
He groans, “ Annabeth! ” And she’ll never admit it but the sound of her name on his tongue makes her cum all over again as she ripples and squeezes around him and he flexes inside her, his heavy balls contracting against her ass and his dick pulsing, and she almost imagines she can feel the bulge travelling along his length before he explodes inside her.
Warmth, molten and thick, spurts against the back of her pussy, Percy’s climax erupting with such force she can feel him spraying inside her hypersensitive snatch as she cums for him again. It’s so much already, and then his hips buck against her again and the groan dripping from his lips grows louder as the next flood of his cum floods into her.
She can feel herself stretching as the fluid pressure stuffs her to the absolute limit, her walls fluttering weakly as they try to resist the deluge of potent demigod seed being crammed into her ruined quim. A third eruption hits and she whimpers as her body simply refuses to accommodate more and it squelches obscenely out of her through the tight seal of her pussy lips wrapped around the base of Percy’s shaft.
“Annabeth!” He moans again, his hips still rocking against her ass as his orgasm seems to go on forever. She has no idea how he’s still talking because her voice has long since been lost to high-pitched squealing mewls of animalistic ecstasy as she writhes in his grip and her traitorous hips continue to roll against him even as her mind begs for respite.
Finally, after what seems like an age, his grip on her loosens, gently lowering her to the ground and catching her with practised ease when her legs fold faster than a piece of paper at an origami convention.
He laughs, low and husky and still a little breathless, and she decides he’s earned the right to do it for suggesting this utter debauchery.
“So, what do we think of shower sex?” He asks, pressing gentle adoring kisses across her shoulders and massaging her tender hips soothingly, dragging her back beneath the hot spray to let it help ease the pleasant ache she was only just beginning to notice.
“Yes,” she sighs happily, leaning her head back against the warm solidity of his chest and grinning up at him with the same kind of dopey smile she teases him for having whenever they meet up. “ Fuck yes.”
“I’m glad you’re liking it so far,” he rumbles, looking down at her as if she’s the most beautiful thing in the world and he still can’t believe he’s been lucky enough to be in her presence.
Then his words click.
“So far?” She asks, her voice somewhere between dread and anticipation. She realises belatedly that the thick length of his long hard cock is still exactly that. Long and hard.
It hasn’t softened at all. It almost feels harder.
“Unless you want to stop?” He asks, his green eyes wide and very clearly begging her not to say that she does as he pulls out of her and spins her around to face him, brushing some of her sodden blonde curls out of her face. “It’s just, I’m feeling really fresh still, energised.”
“W-well,” she stutters, her eyes flicking down to the beautifully straight length of his thick, pulsing girth nestling between her thighs once more. She can see the prominent web of blue veins throbbing gently in time with his racing heartbeat, and she bites her lip hard as she counts how many times it happens in a second.
She drags her eyes back up to his face, but he’s grinning now, that lopsided smirk he gives her when he thinks he’s got the upper hand, and damn it if he isn’t right this time.
“Please, Annabeth,” he pleads huskily, crouching slightly and hooking his arms beneath her thighs, lifting her up as effortlessly as she might a doll and spreading her legs wide. Her poor pussy is on display for him, drooling thick white cum to drip down toward the bottom of her ass, her labia already swollen and puffy and her clit throbbing almost as vigorously as the cock now resting against her entrance.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, I love you so much. Please. ” For a moment his face is so raw and earnest and so filled with love that her eyes mist and she forgets that she’s just had three of the most intense orgasms of her life. Forgets that her beast of a boyfriend is holding her up against the shower wall spread like a shameless whore with his drakon of a dick ready to fuck her womb up between her lungs.
“Of course, Percy,” she whispers, reaching out and caressing the corded muscles of his arms as he holds her up as if she weighs nothing. “Anything for you, I love you too.”
He grins, the lopsided sunshine lighting her whole world.
Then it turns feral and she’s bouncing against him with her long hair slapping wetly against her back and the spray of the shower pounding against her ass and he’s so fucking deep she thinks she can taste him.
“ Yeeee-AHHHHHH! ” The word cuts out in a wild shriek of pleasure-pain as her orgasm slams into her without warning. Her walls ripple, forcing more of Percy’s still-warm cum from inside her on a flood of her own sticky girlcum, the thick sticky liquid dripping down Percy’s balls before disappearing in the shower spray as it reaches his thighs.
He offers her no mercy, no quarter, only tightening his lips and grunting as he bounces her entire body on his merciless rod, the obscene wet squelching slaps of their slick bodies meeting drowning out even the shower. Her toes are curling, her muscles drawing tight as she feels him everywhere. He’s in her belly and her thighs and squeezing his way in at the base of her skull as pleasure burns through her and when his dick flexes she sobs openly.
He’s using her. This isn’t fucking any more. He’s holding her up and pumping her poor overstuffed pussy onto his shaft like a toy and she’s so fucking wrecked it’s all she can do to keep sucking down air between her whimpering sobs of ecstasy as he rolls her hips in his grip and his massive dick seems to undulate inside her. It’s dragging across her g-spot and she’s not even sure if she’s cumming again or if she never stopped as she keens and her hands slap against the shower wall behind her, scrabbling for some kind of purchase she can use.
Whether to drag herself away from the monster shattering her sanity or push herself harder onto his vicious rod, she has no idea.
She just knows, whichever it is, she needs it and she needs it now before she snaps like an overtaxed bowstring.
“Hah! Hahn! Nngh! P-aggghh! Perrrr! Perrrrrce!” She’s trying, she’s trying so hard to get the words out, but he’s so good and so bad and so strong and she has no idea how he’s still going and how he’s not even seeming to struggle holding her up so long as the water washes over her ass and pounds against his legs.
Then it hits her.
The water.
“O-out!” She mewls, thrusting herself forward and clinging to Percy desperately, trying to make him hear the breathless word she’s choking out against his ear. “Ouuuuutttt!”
“You… Want me… To… Ah… Pull out?” He grunts, voice tight with exertion but still tauntingly, terrifyingly, even.
“ NO! ” She hisses, her legs snapping tight around Percy’s waist before her mind has even fully processed the suggestion.
The possessive movement only seems to drive him wilder, and she stutters her next words out through the hitching roll of her bouncing body as he pistons up into her quivering quim as if he’s trying to batter his way through her cervix.
“O-o-o-u-t! Offffff! Sh-sh-showerrrrr!” She wails, throwing her head back and letting her latest orgasm wash over her as her inner walls convulse once more, her arousal squirting out against Percy’s stomach like a geyser and leaving him soaked all the way to his navel despite her body blocking the spray of the shower.
He obeys without question, not even bothering to turn the shower off as he steps out and immediately stumbles, twisting to catch himself against the counter next to the sink only through the grace and reflexes of a seasoned demigod.
“Ah, s-shit!” He gasps, his whole body bucking beneath her as his back arches like a bow, his cock suddenly pulsing in the familiar throes of an orgasm.
“Yes!” She snarls, sensing her chance to pay Percy back for the utter ruination he visited upon her in the shower, although whether she means that in a thankful or vengeful fashion, she has no idea. She plants her feet on the bathroom counter and rolls her hips, adding a circular movement, even as her thighs and calves scream in protest at the movement. She ripples her pussy around Percy’s frantically twitching cock, squeezing tight as she can before circling her hips, then relaxing to let him drive deep inside her. Once he’s hilted and she can feel his balls clenching and twitching against her ass, she clamps down again, using every ounce of power left in her burning muscles before pushing herself back up and letting her inner walls tug on Percy’s shaft as she drags herself off of him.
“F-fuck!” Percy hisses, eyes wide and teeth clenched, the tendons in his jaw jumping as his back arches to try and drive himself back inside of her. “A-ah, gods , I’m- SHIT! ”
She slams her hips back down, ass clapping against his thighs, and starts grinding the back of her pussy down onto the head of his cock in the same tight circles he loves to use on her clit.
“Cum! For! Me!” She demands.
He obeys.
Her legs fail her in an instant, her body weight spearing her on Percy’s jumping spurting length so hard she feels the tip nudge its way a fraction into the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance to her womb.
She squeals like the Erymanthian Sow, eyes rolling, lips peeling back and legs kicking spastically as she feels the hot flood of Percy’s molten cum spurting directly into her womb.
Her hand flies to her stomach, pressing down and making her whimper as she feels the hot liquid gushing into her with each powerful pulse of Percy’s gigantic dick inside her.
She’s not even sure when it ends, just that at some point she becomes distantly aware she’s collapsed against Percy’s chest and he’s stroking her damp hair and leaning back against the mirror.
“Hey,” he says, looking down at her with liquid adoration pooling in his sea-green eyes and an expression so soft she wants to smother herself with it.
“Hey,” she whispers back, feeling her cheeks burn for no reason she can readily explain, her finger twirling a lock of her wet curly hair.
“I love you,” Percy sighs, pressing a tender kiss to her sweaty forehead. “So much.”
“I love you too,” she murmurs back, pressing a kiss to his chest in silent thanks.
After a moment, she pulls herself away and looks up into his eyes.
“I changed my mind, by the way.”
“Hmm?” He hums absently, hands now stroking across her back in a way that makes her want to melt.
“No more shower sex.” That gets his full attention.
“What!? Why!? I thought you liked it!” He’s pouting so hard it makes her want to smoosh his cheeks between her hands like a hamster’s. So she does it.
“Be-cause,” she says, enunciating each syllable carefully and stretching and squeezing his cheeks beneath her hands as she does so. “You, Mr. Son of Poseidon, are going to fucking kill me if we do that again! You’re bad enough without super strength and infinite stamina.”
“I’m bad?” He asks, looking so much like a kicked puppy that she releases his cheeks and leans in to kiss him instead.
“You know I don’t mean it that way, Seaweed Brain,” she grumbles once she’s pulled away. “I mean you fuck my brains out hard enough with this,” she reaches down and strokes her fingers lovingly across his softened shaft, eliciting a half-hearted twitch as it attempts to rise to her attention despite the two massive loads he just pumped inside of her. “Without needing any supernatural help from your powers.”
“I suppose I can take that,” Percy sniffs, but he’s never been a good actor, and the aura of smug satisfaction oozing off of him is almost enough to make her slap him.
Or mount him again. If her legs weren’t jelly and his cum wasn’t still slowly dripping out past her cervix and into her pussy.
“You’ll take whatever I give you, Jackson.” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes when the movement draws his attention to her naked breasts and leaves him instantly hypnotised.
To his credit, he shakes it off fast, returning his gaze to hers and leaning in for another kiss.
“Forever, Chase,” he murmurs against her lips. “I could never ask for anything more.”