Page 34 of Dolly

I take what I can, but too soon, he clamps down again. Just as my air is cut off, he thrusts inside me. My mind screams at the sudden fullness, joy at the burn only his cock can bring me.

“Hold it in, baby.” His growl dances over my ear as he fills me again and again with his cock. “Hold it.” My mind soaks in his words, but my body is answering to his.

I pull my legs up, hooking my ankles around his waist.

His fingers loosen, and I suck in air, coughing slightly as the rush of it touches my throat.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe,” he says. He shifts his position, grasps my nipple with his free hand, and twists until I can’t hold back the cry any longer. Familiar pain rushes through my body, but my mind untangles it, pushing the sensations into a pleasant valley I’d blocked off for so long.

His eyes bore into mine. “Deep breath now.”

I suck in as much as my lungs will allow. Once capacity is reached, his fingers tighten again, harder than before. No air will get past him.

His thrusts increase, his force rocking the bed as he continues to fuck me and drive me to a brink of uncertainty and panicked joy. My belly dips. His fingers leave my breast and find my clit.

Is there no part of my body he doesn’t know how to work? Skilled movements, circling my clit, pressing down hard, circle again, twinge, flick, circle, all while stretching my pussy with his thick cock.

The pressure is too much.

“Are you ready?” he asks me. His jaw clenches tight, making a little crease in his cheek. He’s at his edge, but won’t dive over without me. Ken won’t leave me behind.

I try to nod, but his grip is too tight.

He closes his eyes for a short moment. When he opens them again, determination runs rampant.

“Fuck…” He squeezes more, and just as I think all is lost, my body explodes into a variety of shakes and electricity. Energy flows from me.

His hand releases, letting my scream escape my throat. I buck up at him, matching his thrusts as he plows into me harder, chasing his own utopia. I want him with me. I suck in air, digging my nails into his biceps as he thrusts harder and harder, until finally, he stills over me.

My body eases from the heavens. Tingles still run through my core. All my energy expels from me, leaving me limp and wanton.

His heavy breath washes over my face. I bring my hand up to my throat, still feeling the ghost of his fingers wrapped around it.

“Dolly,” he whispers as he slips from my body to lay beside me, hauling me up to his side. “Are you okay, baby? You aren’t hurt?”

I roll over, nuzzling beneath his chin.

“I’m perfect.”

“I don’t know why…” His voice breaks off. “I didn’t used—”

I push myself up on my elbow and stare down at the gorgeous power that is him. “I think parts of us died in our cells. I was weak and scared there.” I brush my hand over his beard again. “You don’t scare me. And even when it hurt, I felt powerful. You gave me that.”

He captures my wrist and brings it to his mouth, placing a kiss to the inside.

“You were never weak,” he chastises me.

I smile because it seems to be what he wants. Arguing over my stupidity and weakness will upset him.

“You need sleep. Let me clean you up so you can get under the covers.” He kisses my wrist again, then rolls from the bed. He grabs his jeans and works them up over his hips while he treads to the bathroom.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” I ask as he runs the warm washcloth between my folds, wiping away his essence.

“I’m close to finding something. When I find it, I’ll come to bed.” He folds the towel and puts it on the nightstand. “Sleep, Dolly.” He pulls the covers back and waits until I’ve crawled beneath before drawing them up to my chin.

I wish I knew more about computers so I could help him. As it stands, all I can do is leave him to work in quiet.

I yawn.

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