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“Yes, yes, yes,” I started chanting as she fucked me and told me how beautiful I was and what a good girl I was and how much she loved seeing me like this.

It was all so good, too good. And then she somehow slid her hand between us and pressed on my clit so the strap dragged against it every time she thrust.

My orgasm shot up my spine and gripped my entire body as pleasure ripped through me. Stace continued to fuck me until I winced. She withdrew the strap, fumbling to get the harness off.

I lay there as she viciously rubbed at her clit and gasped as she came in spasms above me, saying my name before she collapsed on top of me, twitching a few times.

“Sorry,” she panted. “I couldn’t wait.”

My arms felt like overcooked noodles, but I managed to lift one and put it on her back, stroking her shoulders.

“It’s okay. The way you get so turned on by me is hot as fuck.”

Stace laughed into my neck and gave me a little kiss.

“Would you maybe want to switch things up and fuck me? You don’t have to, but if you wanted to…” she trailed off.

“Oh yeah, I want to,” I said, and she lifted her head.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Stace

Hunter punished me for teasing her. Did she ever.

“Holy shit,” I gasped as she looked down at me with a brilliant smile of satisfaction. Seeing her wearing the harness and strap was almost enough to make me come without any other stimulation.

“I liked that,” she said, stroking a hand down my chest. “A lot.”

“Good,” I said. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

I twisted our fingers together and then heard Buck whining. He needed to go out. Of course he had the worst timing.

“Is he okay?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah, he just needs to go out. Gimme a few minutes.” Hunter fell onto her back next to me, wrestling with the harness.

“I’ll come with you,” she said, finally figuring out the buckles.

I turned my head and kissed her shoulder. “You don’t need to. I’ll be right back.”

Getting up took too much energy, but I managed to get to my wobbly feet and throw on my sweatpants, sweatshirt and my shoes.

Buck waited patiently for me to clip his leash to his collar. It only took a few minutes outside for him to do his business and then we went back upstairs to Hunter.

She was still on the bed, naked, and I hurried to get my clothes off again. I loved being naked with her.

Hunter sat up and smiled as I climbed back into bed with her.

“I like having you here,” she said, as if that wasn’t glaringly obvious.

“I like being here with you, Hunter.”

She bit her bottom lip and I sensed that she was about to say something I wasn’t going to like.

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