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Until I’m whimpering…the closest thing to a protest I’ve ever been able to make.

My eyes slide past him, back to the painting.

The fog undulates as my mind unravels. Slowly, ever so slowly, the room goes dark. But even while I’m losing myself, that hand never stops.

I think I come again, there on the edge of consciousness, but I’m not sure. All I know is that I’m glad I’m completely numb for what comes next.

Chapter Forty-Six

Josiah

I’ve held out for so long that my balls are filled with a deep, sullen ache.

Delicious, but torturous.

I love the way she struggles. How does she know how much it turns me on?

Because she’s perfect.

She’s more than wet enough now, and I’ve tormented us both for too long already. She’s tightening around the tip of my finger, and I think that’s because she’s going to come again.

This time, I want to be inside her when it happens.

I part her ass cheeks and push my cock against her hole.

She starts sobbing, twisting, and struggling.

I ignore her. With my legs around hers, she’s trapped.

Her pussy lips are dark with arousal, and I almost change my mind and push into them instead. But after hearing how gloriously she came undone with my finger inside her hole, I can’t imagine what she’ll do when I fuck her there.

It’s impossibly tight. She yells out wordlessly, breathlessly, as I force myself an inch inside her. Then another. Another.

My body’s on fire. Every muscle screams at me for release.

She tightens around me, her sobs ratcheting up my arousal to something surreal.

I thrust hard into her, and she screams. I pull out a few inches and do it again.

I thought she’d bleed, but she doesn’t.

When she comes, I can’t hold back any longer. I leave scratches on her ass cheeks as I grip her and wrench her against me.

The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other fill the room.

“P-P-Please.”

I’m emptying inside her, drawing out my climax by ramming in and out as my cum spurts out alongside my length. I wish I didn’t have to stop, but I’m going soft already, and she’s too tight, her walls pushing me out.

I fall to the bed beside her, stroking my length so I can tease out a last shudder, a final drop of cum. She collapses on her side, her back to me.

“Did I hurt you?” I murmur, going onto my elbow.

She’s still crying.

“Candy?” I touch her shoulder. She falls against me, rolling onto her back. After a last sob, her face goes slack.

She stares up at the ceiling with a strange twist to her mouth.

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