Page 117 of Cherry Auction

We can play in the dark, and long before I’d die without air because the gentle monster inside Donny is a far, far more benevolent monster than any I’ve ever known before, he pulls back and lets me drag in huge lungfuls of air.

I’m high with it and I spasm deep with a low, groaning orgasm.

“That’s righ’, my beautiful feckin’ girl,” he says, climbing off me and rolling me to my side, hand to my cunt. As he rolls me, he wraps one arm underneath and around my waist.

His middle finger lands right on my swollen clit and his other hand moves up to ruthlessly clamp and twist my right nipple.

I groan low and shudder between his arms wrapped around me, the orgasm only barely begun with the breath-play now amping much higher with the direct stimulation.

His two middle fingers dip inside my sex and I clench around them, but they’re gone almost as quickly and I whine at the loss of them.

Only to realize moments later what he intends when Ifeel those same fingers rimming my asshole with my own juices.

Domhnall’s hiking my leg up with his elbow moments later and dragging more juices down from my cunt to my ass before I feel his cock lining up there.

I expel a loud breath before his thumb comes back to strum at my clit.

He did promise all three holes, didn’t he?

“Deep breath in, love,” he whispers hot at my ear.

I’ve only just begun to take my deep breath when Donny thrusts forwards and breaches me. Or tries to, anyway.

The forceful thrust only scoots me forwards on the slick wood flooring several inches to the carpeted living room.

I can feel his frustration in the way he grips me and thrusts uselessly several more times.

“Flip me,” I tell him. “Get on top of me and take it. Take everything that’s yours.”

As if unsure, he lets go a little. So I roll to my chest on the soft carpet and spread my legs as wide as I can.

The next second I hear him spit in his hand, and I shudder with the start of another orgasm as I imagine him coating his cock with his own spittle. Then I feel the weight of him climbing on top of me and his heavy cock swinging between my butt-cheeks.

The next time he shoves forwards, there’s nowhere else for me to go.

I take him.

“Yes!” I scream, and then continue howling. In desire. In pain. In release, because yes, the pain has lit the orgasm that started moments ago.

It’s Donny fucking my ass, rutting inside me with harsh, rough thrusts. Over and over until I’m sure he’s splitting me apart like a log with an ax.

But I meant what I said to him at the start of all this.

I want it to hurt.

Pain is a refuge.

Hurt that’s on the outside is something I can scream into and release. Adrenaline follows on its tails and takes me to a higher, sublime place beyond the reach of the dark.

I don’t just cry, I wail and sob, exorcising the demons within me.

And now as he fucks me, one hand clenching my hip and the other on my cunt to hold me in place to absolutely justrutme like an animal—deeper anddeeperandharderup my ass—I can fuckingfeelhim through the thin walls of my ass and into my cunt. He’s there in places I have no godly right to be feeling him.

I scream with another orgasm.

Domhnall starts to shout behind me, gibberish and expletives as he thrusts harder than ever, absolutely wild before finally stilling and slumping over on top of me. He’s careful to roll slightly to the side so he’s not crushing me with his weight, but I love that he’s not pulling away.

He’s there, holding me, letting me feel his bodycompletely wrapped around me, and still hard inside me. There is nowhere that I am where Domhnall is not.

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