Julian's cock was already hardening again, eager to claim her once more. He pulled out of her slowly, watching as her ass gaped open before closing tightly again. He lined himself up and pushed back in, savoring the way she gasped and pushed back into him.
"You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and desire. "I can't get enough of you, Emma."
Her body was still sensitive from the previous two rounds, but she found herself eager for more. Julian began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment.
The pain was now a distant memory, replaced by a deep, all-consuming pleasure that had her panting and moaning his name.
Julian's hand slid down to her clit, teasing it gently as he fucked her from behind. The feeling was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that had her climbing the walls.
Her ass was stretched to accommodate his size, and she felt the beginnings of a fourth orgasm building deep within her.
Julian's strokes grew longer and deeper, his cock sliding in and out of her with an ease that belied the intensity of their earlier encounters. She could feel his cum dripping down her thighs, a testament to his power and her submission.
"You're so tight, so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and greed. "I could fuck you like this all night."
She could feel her ass stretching around him, her body adapting to the size of his cock. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling, one that she had never experienced before. She pushed back against him, urging him deeper, her moans a silent plea for more.
"I want to watch you cum," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.
Her legs were spread wide, her pussy swollen and begging for his touch. Julian slid his cock back inside her, his eyes never leaving hers. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync.
The tension grew, each stroke bringing them closer to the brink of ecstasy. "Cum for me," he urged, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Emma's body tightened around him, her muscles quivering with the effort of holding back. But she knew she couldn't last much longer.
With a final, guttural cry, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. Julian followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he emptied himself into her one last time.
They lay there, spent and panting, their bodies entwined in the sticky mess of their passion. Julian's chest was slick with sweat, his heart hammering against hers.
He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin lightly as she shuddered beneath him. "Mine," he murmured, the word a declaration of ownership.
As the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains, Julian and Emma lay tangled in a mess of sweat-soaked sheets and discarded clothing.
They had fucked for hours, exploring every inch of each other's bodies with a hunger that seemed insatiable.
Exhaustion finally claimed them, and their movements grew lazy, their breathing heavy and even. Julian wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as they both drifted into a sleep.