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“Faster. More,” she begs, one side of her face smashed against the pillow, mouth open, drooling.

I thrust my hips forward, rocking in and out of her ass at a pace that’s going to make me come sooner than I’d like.

She lets out an extended moan, closing her eyes and then chanting, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” under her breath.

I keep my finger working her clit, feeling it swell and pulse. “Is this how you like it?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpers.

“You’re taking me so good, Macy. Fuck.”

Her breathing quickens and she starts to tense.

“There you go,” I say. “Let it come.”

She lets out a guttural moan and then she’s coming on my hand and squeezing my cock with her ass.

“There it is. You’re so perfect for me,” I say against the back of her neck.

As she’s riding her orgasm, what’s left of my control slips and I fuck her harder, skin slapping on skin. Then I’m coming with her, grunting as my body wracks and every muscle flexes and I’m emptying myself into the condom.

We collapse into a sweaty, gasping heap on the mattress, my cock still in her ass, my lips at her neck.

She finally relaxes under me, quiet, eyes closed.

“Are you good?” I ask, brushing her hair away from her face.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I kiss behind her ear and down the back of her neck, running my fingers softly up and down her arms.

“Stay here,” I say as I ease myself out of her.

She takes a sharp breath through clenched teeth, wincing as I slide out, and my heart sinks.

I fucked up.

I hurt her.

CHAPTER 17

MACY

Wood comes back from the bathroom. I’m still lying face down on the bed, unable to move.

I’ve never experienced anything like it. I can feel the adrenaline leaving my bloodstream. I’m shaking with it. Cold sweat. Yet, I’m hot all over, burning from the inside.

I’m satiated. Satisfied. Overwhelmed.

Alive.

Wood presses a warm, damp wash cloth between my legs. I spasm when it brushes my over-sensitive clit.

“Sorry,” he whispers. And then he moves the cloth up between my bum cheeks. Wiping away the excess lube then gently massaging and soothing the ache there. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t mean to?—”

“Wood, no. You didn’t hurt me. It was just…a lot. I don’t know how to describe it.”

“You’re over-stimulated.”

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