Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Far to caught up in the motion, Reek hardly noticed his mate's grip on the dirt slowly slipping away. With continued fervor, Reek did not relent in his pace. Responding only to Saena's moans as they guided him though his motions, he plodded on rougher than ever. A dominant force like the alpha male he was— is. Obviously he was doing something right, so why stop a good thing?

Not until Reek felt a familiar tightness in his loins did he slow his frenzied rhythm in the hopes that it would delay the inevitable. Perhaps he had gotten too worked up by Saena's teasing plan. Think of something gross, was the thought that echoed on repeat in his mind in a last ditch effort to hold on. Thankfully, the imagined smell of rotting meat did just the trick, providing just enough distraction to focus on his mate once more.

And then, looking down mid-stroke, Reek noticed as she struggled to keep her footing. He loosened his tight grip on Saena's neck and repositioned himself, allowing her to rise up beneath him to attain stable footing before before going right back into frenzied lover mode. If she didn't finish before him, then he sure-as-shit wasn't trying hard enough.