Page 62 of Ten Hammers

With my ass on full display, I start to feel embarrassed, but as I glance back at him, I see him on his knees behind me, licking his lips as he stares at me. Deftly, he removes his piercing. Then he lines himself up at my entrance again.

“Ready to fly to the stars, Win?” he asks, voice thick as he drives into me.

From this angle, he hits so much deeper. The pleasure is so good, even as it borders on pain, that it makes me cry out, loud and long. My breasts bounce, and he bends over me to run his hands up and down my back, and around to palm them. He touches me everywhere, but he doesn’t stop pumping his hips. Driving into me again and again, plunging into me so deep it feels like he’s piercing through to my soul. He pushes me past sensory limits so high I didn’t know they were possible.

I feel it, then, an intensity building deep in my belly. I’m going to come and it’s going to be explosive.

I whimper, arching my back, spreading my legs wider.

“Let go, baby, come on,” he coaxes. “Come for me.”

I’ve had orgasms plenty, but this one is next-level. With Gavin’s cock to ride through it, fucking me harder and faster than ever, the build up is too much, too delicious to handle. The sounds that I make as the first wave hits me is like that of a drowning creature, I’m sure. I’m keening and babbling and crying, pushing my ass back against him to stroke him harder, have even more of him, every gorgeous bit of him, as I tip over the edge.

“Fuck, baby.” He’s panting hard, slicked with sweat. “You feel so fucking good, milking my dick like this. I never want it to end.”

But then he groans, and curses, grinding me hard one last time before his body shudders around me with his release.

We collapse together. I’ve never felt so fulfilled. Neither one of us can even talk as he manages to wiggle his body higher up the bed, next to me.

He looks as sated as I am, his eyelids droopy, his smile soft.

“That was…” he starts to say, too blown away to even finish the sentence.

“Yeah,” I agree, as he pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. I’m too drained to say more. Too drained to move. Too drained to think.

As I close my eyes, drifting away on a cloud of satisfaction, there’s only one thing I know with full conviction:

I can’t wait to have more.

Chapter 22

Gavin

In the morning, the room, with its porn flick decor, is even more garish. I kind of like it. But that might be based more on my current emotional state.

I lie awake, Winnie nestled against me, her soft, even breaths providing a soothing backdrop to my thoughts as I play back our night together. Not just the way she felt, tasted, and teased, but the way she stood up for herself, unapologetically asking for what she wanted.

More. Harder. Again. Now.

Christ, what a turn on. It spoke volumes about her newfound self-assuredness, as if she’s finally realizing her worth. I already know damn well that Winnie deserves the entire fucking world, but last night, I couldn’t help but believe she wants me to be the one to give it to her.

I yearn to be the one to give it to her.

Careful not to wake her, I swallow the lump building in my throat and gently disentangle myself from our cozy little love nest as I slide out of bed.

A smile curls her lips, and her eyelids flutter as she dreams. The strawberry scent of her shampoo, mixing with the warmth of her skin, feels more like home than any home does. Her warm copper hair is a vivid contrast to the drab, dark crimson room. She radiates.

As I move away toward the bathroom, she murmurs in her sleep, and I take in her flushed cheeks. The sight alone stirs my desire even further.

Shutting the door behind me, I lean my back against it. I need to get a fucking grip. Now. I can’t let this absurdist reality we’re all suddenly playing at, twist up my heart.

But I know it already is. At the end of the day, my Pooh Bear, my favorite girl, will have to make a choice, and if it’s not me she wants, I’ll long for her for the rest of my damn life.

I turn on the shower, and when the water is next to scalding, I get in, pull the curtain closed and let the spray wash over me.

I wish to hell that I could be bolder, ask her to cast aside my brothers and just be with me.

But I’ll never ask that of her. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy. Cherish any moment with her, regardless of the role I play in her life. I want Winnie, I love her, and I’m prepared to support her, even if she chooses a path without me.

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