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The first couple of inches stretch me out. He works his way in slowly, giving me time to adjust.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.” Cole runs his hand along my sore ass cheeks, pushing in and out of me a little at a time until he’s fully seated. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight, Haley.”

I swallow hard. Saying my real name right now makes me feel more vulnerable than anything else we’ve done so far.

“Fuck me,” I beg. If he doesn’t start moving, I’m going to scream. “Please fuck me.”

Cole pulls my leash, making me tip my head back. “You look so beautiful with my cock inside you, Angel.”

A tear falls from the corner of my eye, and I honestly have no clue if it’s because I’m overwhelmed, just right, breaking apart, or something else. All I know is, this feels so good I don’t want it to ever stop.

“I fuck myself with memories of you every night,” I confess. “Your touch, your voice, your smell, your hands on me… your dick inside me.” He grips my ass and shoves into me harder, making me gasp. “This is so much better than that.”

Our bodies slap together. He fucks me until I can’t catch my breath. Sweat breaks out down my spine. My cheeks tingle. “Harder, Daddy.”

Cole slams into me faster. Deeper. I almost can’t take it.

A groan rumbles out of him, and I look over to our left at a floor-length mirror to watch us. The collar on my neck, the leash around his hand, the way he towers over me, how his muscles flex, the jiggle of my ass and thighs, the sway in my tits when I pitch forward and rock back. We’re insanely hot together.

Cole rips his mask off and tips his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as he picks up the pace.

Watching him come undone in our reflection kicks me right over the edge. My pussy pulses around his cock and he lets out a roar that rattles my motherfucking bones. I feel every twitch of his big dick inside me. He holds my hips, shoving himself as deep as he can get. The pain is delicious.

Once he pulls out, Cole climbs to his feet and looks down at me. It’s like everything we’ve just done catches up with me all at the same time. My pussy’s sore. My ass burns. My knees hurt.

“I’ve got you.” He gently picks me up. My leash drags on the floor behind us as Cole carries me into the bathroom and lowers me to my feet. “Can you stand?”

I nod. My brain’s taking forever to catch up with the rest of me.

He unlatches the leash and unbuckles my collar. Cool air hits my neck, offering sweet relief. I didn’t realize how tight it was before. It kept me secure while the rest of me kind of checked out.

Cole runs a hot shower and finally pulls his condom off, tossing it in the trash. “Come on, Angel.” He ushers me inside the shower.

We’re quiet for a while. I’m so exhausted, I can barely keep my eyes open.

Cole tips my chin. “You okay?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

I’m suddenly exhausted. “That was amazing.”

He grabs the soap and a fresh washcloth. “You don’t mind how rough I was with you?” He gently scrubs my shoulders first.

“Not at all.” I lean back against the wall and let him take care of me. “You definitely leveled up your dick game, buddy. Or my memories have weakened. I’m not even sure which. I swear you just fucked the last brain cell out of my head.”

He laughs, rinsing me off. “Can I wash your hair for you?”

God, yes. “Please.”

He dumps a ton of shampoo in his hand and massages my scalp. “Did you like being my fucktoy, Haley?”

“Yes.” I stand up and let the water pour over my head while Cole rinses my hair out. “I really love the collar and leash.”

“Good.” He runs his hands down my body and twists my nipples. “Because you’re going to be in them a lot more from now on.”

Chapter 12

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