Lust had already pumped him up so much that hitting the peak of pleasure didn't take long, especially after spending most of August yearning for release and never getting it. Orgasm built quickly but he didn't take his hand off her mouth, didn't free her arm, didn't let up fucking her hard till he came, biting down on a scream so hard the muscles in his neck felt stretched so tight they could snap. He forced his hips against her in the last few final jolts, roughly, because each rough thrust was drawing it out, longer and longer, and he did not want this to end.
And then he was done... looking down at her underneath him, that hellfire in her eyes and- no. Much forced her face away from him, turning her head toward the couch back so she couldn't look at him with those mocking, taunting eyes as he pulled out of her, as he pushed himself away. He kept his hand on her face as long as he could, releasing her only when he'd found his feet again, when he could turn away. Without a word, Much snatched his clothes off the ground as he stormed across her living room, and slammed the door of the bathroom so hard, everything rattled.