"I'm going to make you release," I said, my fingers tightening on her ribs, digging deep into the soft, sweat-slick flesh until my knuckles paled against her skin.
"Please," she breathed, her voice muffled against the crumpled sheets. Her face was turned to the side, cheek pressed into the fabric, black hair sticking to her damp skin.
The single word came out raw, desperate, more plea than permission. She wanted it more than I did. She needed the extraction. Her hips shifted back slightly, offering herself, her body trembling with unmet hunger.
I had thought this would be easy. The system gave me no post-climactic surge, no softening mercy. I focused, breathing hard, and felt fresh blood rush back into my cock. It swelled again, heavy and thick, rising hard against her ass, still slick with our combined fluids.
