The vibrations of Zara's orgasm milked Ryan with a crushing, rhythmic pressure, dragging him dangerously close to the edge.
Her core clamped down like a vice, her thighs squeezing his ribs so hard the breath rushed out of his lungs.
He gritted his teeth, his jaw locking. He couldn't finish yet. He wanted the absolute, total dismantling of her pride.
He stopped moving, holding perfectly still while the aftershocks racked her frame.
Zara sobbed against the freezing glass, her forehead resting against the condensation her own breath had created. She was completely spent, her muscles turning to water.
Ryan loosened his grip on her thighs. She slid down the glass, her bare feet hitting the carpet with a soft thud.
Her knees immediately buckled. She would have collapsed entirely if Ryan hadn't kept a fist tangled in her hair.
He stood over her, his chest heaving, his cock jutting out, thick, slick, and violently hard.
"Down," he ordered.
