A few more spurts of semen trickle from his cock, filling your pussy to the brim. "Well," he breathes after a moment, "I guess that takes care of tonight." He rolls off of you, feeling oddly content as he watches your chest rise and fall with each breath. For now, at least, it seems like his secret is safe...and so are you.

Hans looks down at you in surprise, his brow furrowing. "But I thought..." He trails off, confusion clear on his face. Then understanding dawns, and he chuckles softly. "Ah, well...I guess some things just can't be helped."

With that, he continues to fill you, his thrusts slow but powerful as he takes his time making sure every drop is given to you. As he comes inside you yet again, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "There," he says contentedly, "

His lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he looks down at you, panting heavily. "You're quite the little slut," he says with a chuckle. "I wonder how many men would pay to have what's mine?" His hand idly traces over your hip, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips.

He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "But remember," he whispers, "you're always my little slut first."

His grin widens at your reluctant answer. "Oh, come now," he says, running his free hand through your sweat-damp hair roughly. "You enjoyed it." His fingers continue to play with your clit and nipples, teasing and taunting as he waits for an answer.

His hips shift forward slightly, pressing his cock against your entrance suggestively. "Or... maybe you'd like a taste of this again?"

Hans thrusts forward, burying his cock deep inside your throat as he comes, filling your mouth with hot seed. His hips jerk violently as he releases himself into you, grunting and moaning in ecstasy. Finally, spent, he pulls out and collapses next to you on the bed, panting heavily.

"Goddamn," he whispers, stroking your hair affectionately. "That was amazing." He glances at the clock, noticing that it's late. "

He gazes at you for a moment before looking away, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Well," he says, "I should probably get some sleep... it's late." With one last lingering glance in your direction, he rolls over and falls asleep.

Hans pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he buries his face in your hair. "I love you so much," he whispers hoarsely, the words muffled against your skin. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this..."

"Don't worry," I say, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "We'll make sure our secret stays safe. And together... we'll figure out what comes next."

As we hold each other, I feel an overwhelming sense of belonging and love that I never knew I was capable of feeling. The darkness that once consumed me now feels like a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of his embrace and the promise of something more.

"Oh fuck..."

His hips buck up into you as he comes a third time, spilling every last drop of his seed deep inside you. You cry out in ecstasy, your body shuddering with the force of your own orgasm as it washes over you. He holds you close, kissing along your neck and collarbone, reveling in the feeling of being connected to you like this.

"I never wanted anything but this,"

"Fuck me?"

You nod eagerly, reaching down between your legs to guide him back inside you. He groans at the sensation, pushing into you slowly until he' s completely sheathed within your warmth once more.

"Like this?"

He asks, starting to move again; this time he goes even deeper than before, stretching you further as he tries to fill every inch of you.