THE AFTER MOMENT

We both cum together, and he collapses on my back, our bodies dripping wet with multiple streams of sweat, our rapid, hefty breathing being the only audible sounds in this mansion.


Oh, my God! This is so mind-cloggingly crazy! Thank God he is not in a shared compound. I don't know how we would face the neighbors after all that moaning.

He drops from my back, lying beside me and turning me to face him. "Was that jerk so important?"

Shit! I mean, come on! After what we just had, he brings this up.


We are still panting so heavily as I gaze at him. On the sheets, we are covered in the perspiration of this sweet sin—the sweat and the cums. How long has it been since he sprawled me on this bed? I forgot; I suffered a brain malfunction.

"We dated for two years, only to walk in on him in my bed pounding on my sister a few days ago. You don't want to deduce the trauma, so I don't want to talk about it," I state, and his jaw plops.


"Shit! I will say one thing, though. Next time you see that son of a bitch, call me." His voice is raw.

Huh? Why has he become his business? "Why? What will you do?" I query.

"I will chop off his cock and feed it to the dogs." Goodness! That sounds like one hell of a pain that even those who don't have a cock can't dare imagine, me being one. This guy, though! My jaw is rolling somewhere between our chests, and he figures out my shock. "Sorry. I get it. You once loved him, and for that reason alone, I will show him some mercy. I will just smash his balls with a hammer. That's a bit better, right?"

Better?! That is even worse!

I really had to laugh. Like, seriously, laugh. My rips are cracking, and if it weren't for this liquid dripping from down there, I would laugh for the next few minutes at least.

"You are just crazy, you know," I mumble.

He smirks. "Well, at least I got you to laugh," he states, resting on his elbow and resting one leg on my thighs.

He has a point. I can't recall the last time I laughed this much and genuinely. He is a genius.

"Thank you," I mumble.

"For making you laugh, or for the good, satisfying fuck?"

Aaah, that? I blush at that.

"How many times have you come since you made me cum twenty times?" I ask.

The megawatt smirk, my! He must be so proud of being a sex guru! "It was impossible to resist holding it every time you did. So, we went draw."

My, my!

"And you stuffed all of it inside of me. No wonder it's raining down there," I state.

"That was my intention, baby. Are you okay, though?" he asks, caressing my face. The beast is all gone. He is back to his human self, which is why he is showing care.

How can a normal woman not be okay after that mind-blowing moment, huh? "Well, I am better than I have ever been, despite the soreness and stiffness down there and the fact that I won't be able to think clearly for the next few days because you messed up all my senses. That was incredible! You are just terrific!"

"Ooh, it's my pleasure to satisfy you for the first time, baby. About the soreness, sorry, I was a bit rough. I will go look for some ointment to ameliorate that, and as for your senses, it is even better to have your brain scattered. That way, I can at least manipulate you all I want for the time being until your stubborn senses come back." He pecks my lips, and a wide grin on his face makes me slap his abs slightly.

Really now? "I would rather concede to you fucking me one more time to bring my senses back than be your puppet, Mr Almeda." I joke—well, not really a joke, because I would really prefer that.

"Mmh, someone is already missing my cock. Don't worry. The punishment is far from being over. You have more time to taste that tool again."

Darn!

No, shoot!

I mean, excuse me! What in the world is that supposed to mean?

"Pardon? What exactly do you mean by ‘punishment isn't over yet?' You almost broke your cock inside of me and you are not yet done?" I fire.

It's now his turn to crack his ribs. His laughter reverberates off the walls, nearly deafening me. He even has dimples on both cheeks that I had not seen. Deep ones that I so badly want dip my fingers in. Wow, just wow! These enhance his outstanding, flawless appearance. My! Men, isn't he so beautifully hot and cute when he laughs like this?

"You are really funny!" He says between chuckles as he strives to steady his breathing. He is even tearing up from laughing. "The cock is just meat, not some kind of metal or wood that can break." He states.

Well, I am glad I made him laugh too. "I know. What about the punishment again?"

Ahem! Ahem!

He clears his throat first before speaking. "That, yes. This isn't enough, sweet, weird Ellie. You will cook for me for the next one week—good meals—or we continue this for those seven days."

No! He can't choose cooking against this, for fuck's sake!

My eyes narrow.

"You know I..."

He shuts me up with a kiss. Not just one, but several. "You will answer when you wake up. If you speak right now, we go another thirty-minute round, and I know you don't want to torture your V-G anymore today, right, baby?"

Baby, my sore V-G! He is such a...

I don't know what I will choose between the two but for now, I choose to save my V-G, as he calls it. Where did he get that anyway?

"Lie your abs down, Mr Almeda. I want to feel their tightness beneath my skin. I will have a better sleep there."

"My pleasure." He whispers with a grin, lays on his back, and enfolds me in his arms. We lay down under this roof, in our birth suits and without even a sheet to hide our nakedness. My upper body rests comfortably on his abs and his legs lock mine. We then close our eyes and drift off to sleep.