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His words push me over the edge. I feel the orgasm building like a storm. When it hits, it’s like the world explodes in a burst of white-hot pleasure. My body convulses and my muscles tighten around him as waves of ecstasy ripple through me.

He releases my throat, and as liberated as that feels, he picks up the pace, not giving me enough room to steady my breathing.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream.

“Don’t swear,” he chides with a wicked grin on his face. “God’s listening.”

I crane my neck to look at him. “He can watch,” I gasp, though I’m sure it comes out as gibberish.

Richard leans down and captures my lips, murmuring against them, “He’s probably learning a thing or two.”

The angle makes my neck hurt, but I don’t care. My entire body is still convulsing with the force of my orgasm, and somehow, another is already building low in my belly.

“Fuck, Izel, you feel so good,” he groans. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Richard,” I pant, the pleasure mounting again, “I can’t… I’m…”

“Yes, you can,” he insists, thrusting deeper.

His movements become more frantic, his grip on my hips is almost bruising as he drives into me. Each thrust sends shockwaves through my body, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. The intensity is unbearable, and I feel like I’m going to break apart.

I can’t hold back any longer. My entire body tenses, then shatters around him as the orgasm rips through me. My vision blurs, and I scream his name.

Richard isn’t far behind. With a final, deep thrust, he groans loudly, his body shaking as he releases inside me. The warmth of his cum fills me, adding to the overwhelming sensation. Hekeeps thrusting, riding out both our orgasms until we’re both spent and trembling.

We collapse together on the couch, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity. He’s still inside me, our breaths mingling as we try to catch them.

“That was… incredible,” he murmurs against my skin.

I nod, unable to find the words to respond. My body is still tingling, the aftershocks of pleasure making me shiver. He pulls out of me gently, and I feel the loss keenly, but he doesn’t go far. He wraps me in his arms, holding me close.

Chapter 37

RICHARD

We’re curled up on Izel’s couch, and though it’s far from comfortable, the warmth between us makes it impossible to move. She’s tracing invisible patterns on my abs. Every few minutes, she glances up, and her eyes sparkle with mischief as she shares another piece of her childhood.

“...and this one time, Mom and I tried to make a cake. We had, like, none of the right stuff, but she was fucking determined,” Izel chuckles.

I grin, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better look at her. “Let me guess, it was a disaster?”

“Complete disaster,” she confirms with a nod. “It tasted like shit, literally. But we laughed so hard, I thought we’d never stop.”

Her laughter fades into a soft sigh, and she shifts closer, her hand sliding a little lower, dangerously close to stirring me back to life.

“You know, it wasn’t all bad. Not when she was there.”

“Sounds like she made it a home, best she could.”

“Yeah, she did,” Izel agrees, her fingers pausing on my skin. She looks up at me. “We didn’t have much space in that basement, but Mom and I—we made it a fucking castle. We even had this ridiculous throne made out of old books.”

I burst into laughter, “A book throne? Damn, that’s some royal shit right there.”

“Totally royal,” she agrees, flashing a grin that lights up the dim room. “Queen Izel of the Underground, ruler of Spiders and Dust Bunnies.”

My hand slides down her back, settling with a light squeeze on her ass. “Sounds sexy. Did Queen Izel have a king?”

“Nah, just a court jester,” she quips, nudging me with her elbow. “You might be qualified for the job, though. You’ve got the whole making me laugh till my stomach hurts thing down.”

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