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My entire body locks up, slamming down on him like gravity has doubled, my pussy clenching so hard and so fast and so frantically around him and I feel like I’m going to lift myself off his dick with just my muscles.

My brain turns to mush, and I lose track of my body, something ringing in my ears, as I feel a rush of wetness flooding between us.

I fall forward, spent, and can feel myself being moved.Am I falling?But then I feel the cool leather of the cushions on my back and realize he’s shifted us around so he’s on top, my body limp and tongue thick and dead in my mouth.

He lowers himself onto me and seals our mouths together, his kiss passionate, intense,hot.And then he starts to fuck me, hard quick thrusts that have my stretched, bruised pussy aching all over again.

I know what he wants. I can feel it, feel what he’s trying to do. He wants me to come again. He wants me todieof orgasms.

“I can’t,” I moan. “Icant.”

He bites my breast, right above the nipple, sucking so hard I know he’ll leave a huge hickey like a fucking brand.

“You can,” he says, fucking me harder, harder, harder . . . driving me closer and closer to another release.

I feel like I’m going to break.

I feel like I’m going to split apart.

I feel like I’m going to scream.

We’re both sweating, panting, shaking . . .

“Ican’t,”I cry.

He pulls out and rears up over me, wrapping his hand around his cock and staring down at me with rage.

“You WILL,” he says, and just as he pumps his shaft with his fist his other hand drives into my pussy, four fingers stuffed into my cunt and taking me completely by surprise.

I fuckingdetonateas he blows his load, jets of cum spurting out of his cock and all over my chest, my vision swimming at the sight of his fit body wracked with wave after wave of his orgasm.

He lets go of his cock and collapses forward onto his side beside me, his chest and hips against me, his hand slowly pulling out of me.

We’re both soaked, and panting, and covered in come, and I feel like I am supposed to feel dirty about it, but I don’t. I feel . . .euphoric.

He brings his pussy-drenched hand up to my chest, tracing one nipple and then the other, soaking them in me, before he slides his fingers into the jets of his own come all over my tits, rubbing it into my skin like it’s suntan lotion. Like he wants every inch of me fuckingcoveredin him.

He brings his fist up to my mouth and doesn’t have to say a word—I open my mouth and he stuffs his fingers in as far as he can, my eyes closing as I clamp my mouth shut and suck the taste of both of us off of his fingers.

“I told you you could,” he says, his voice low, guttural, as he pulls his hand out and places his palm on my low belly.

I turn to face him, body heavy, and nod.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” I whisper. “I’ll do better.”

He stares at me, face unreadable, just looking at me in silence for well over a minute.

“Kiernan?”

“Yeah . . .” I sigh, fading fast.

“I love you.”

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James

What. The. Fuck.

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