Page 116 of Crave Me

“Yes! I’ll be good! Oh, oh, god! Yesss!”

He pounds into me, adding a second finger and scissoring inside me.

“Good. Come for me. Let me hear you scream.”

I feel him everywhere. In one more thrust, everything snaps inside me. The orgasm is ten times more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I scream, my voice drowned out by the ringing between my ears, my body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure pummels me.

“That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl. You take my dick so well, baby. Gonna come. Ohhh, fuck.”

I feel his cock jerking inside me, his piercings making him feel so thick and rigid in the best way possible. He collapses on top of me, removing his fingers but keeping his dick buried inside my pussy.

“Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too. But now I need you to untie me, and hurry up. We’re going to be late!”

“It’s Sunday dinner, it’s not like we’re missing anything. It’s the same every week.”

“I look forward to it every week! Move your ass, Dallas or I’ll leave without you.”

“You little liar. You didn’t learn shit. You need me to punish you again? I’ll keep you tied up and make you miss dinner altogether.”

“You wouldn’t,” I challenge.

We arrive at his parents’ house late, but luckily with plenty of time to spare before dinner starts. The sun is peeking through the clouds today and I don’t hate how it feels on my face, although I’m going to miss winter once it’s gone. The house is filled with everyone, and the rowdiness can be heard from outside. His mom meets us at the door and Dallas leans in to hug and kiss her. She scoots to the left, dodging his advance, and wraps me in a huge hug.

“Hi, sweetie. Glad you two are home,” she says to me.

“Need help with anything?”

“Not today. I made it easy on all of us. We’re having chili and it’s been slow cooking all day, toppings are already in bowls. Ivy made crème brûlée for everyone for dessert so that will be a refreshing treat after.”

“That sounds delicious.”

She cups my cheek in her hand and gives me a smile that melts my heart before walking away. I watch her go before looking up at Dallas to find his eyes already on me, a satisfied smile on his face.

“What?”

“She loves you.”

“I love her. She’s everything I wished for in a mother.”

“Well, now you’ve got her.”

“Dinner, heathens!”

The rest of the family stampedes into the kitchen as loudly as a pack of elephants. Dallas leans into my ear and whispers, “And the rest of the family. It’s too late to run, by the way. You’re stuck.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Epilogue

Liam

Three Months Later

Walking into my parents’ house for Sunday dinner holding Hannah’s hand feels like I’m living someone else’s life. Everyone is sitting in the living room talking when we arrive, which couldn’t have been a better setup. I pull Hannah behind me, her small hand clasped firmly in mine, as we step into the room, and silence falls upon us.

“Liam?” my mom asks, hesitantly questioning, eyes darting to our joined hands.

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