“You didn’t come,” she said. Her voice was hoarse, making her realize she must’ve been screaming.
He nuzzled her neck and kissed her beneath her earlobe. “Yeah, I did.”
“But you’re…” She squeezed her internal muscles around the still-solid cock inside of her.
He looked up, a cocky yet charming grin on his face. “Yeah, I know. I’ve got great stamina. I can do this for hours. Hell, days, if I’m so inclined.”
Buffy’s eyes widened, something telling her he was not exaggerating. “Days? What’s in your diet? Radioactive Wheaties?”
He threw his head back and laughed, as if she were making a joke she didn’t quite get herself. “Something like that, kitten. You wanna drive for a bit?”
Gardens of Oblivion by Addie Logan
















