Page 69 of Cherry Auction

He starts to slide the large object in and out of my ass, fucking me deeper with it on every in thrust as he plays with my pussy.

“That’s my good girl. Such a good, good girl taking what I give you. But I still want more. I need to go as deep as you can take it, and I know you can take it deeper.”

I start to whine through my sobs, hips now rising to meet the impossible object as he rubs my pussy. My clit’s so swollen and my pussy’s so wet, he palms me, fingertips just barely inside me as he massages all that I am against the hard object up my ass.

I scream when I come, sun dipping past the shade to light my skin.

Oh god, all the darkness is gone in this moment.

I burn up from the inside out.

I ride whatever he’s fucking my ass with as light bursts from behind my eyes and shudders up through my shoulder blades and out the tip of my scalp and then back down to my toes.

I’m a being of light.

And I am utterly, completely,his.

TWENTY-SEVEN

BROOKE

I feellike I’m made of jelly, completely slumped over Domhn’s lap while he gently frees my ankles and wrists. Each limb flops down weightlessly to his body. I’m so sleepy after my high. I just want to lay here on him.

I smile to myself in joy when I realize he’s not as hard under my belly and that instead there’s a wet spot.

He finally came while he played with me! It makes me so happy that he got his pleasure at the same time I did. Does that mean he’sminetoo just like I’m his?

I feel drunk on happiness.

“I should get you inside so you don’tget burned.”

I groan and manage to mumble, “But I love how the sun feels on my skin.”

Which was apparently the right thing to say, because then his strong hands come to my back, massaging what smells like sun screen into my skin. Oh god, there’s nothing I love more in the universe than the feel of his hands on me. He’s so thorough as he works his way down my body with the sun lotion, and it feels absolutely divine.

I feel drowsy but try to fight it because I don’t want to miss a moment of this. In spite of myself, though, his hands feel so relaxing, and the sun’s so warm, my eyelids get heavier and heavier…

When I wake up,I’m curled up on Domhnall’s chest on the cabana chair. But apparently I wake up too suddenly, because immediately he’s pulling away.

“Wait, no.” I reach out to pull him back. He jerks back from my touch, moving away completely. Dammit. Why is it only when I’m asleep or during aftercare that he allows our bodies to touch completely like that?

He’s so gorgeous out here in the sunlight. He took off his shirt and he looks like a model with his ripped muscles, hard abs, and square jaw.

“Can’t we just stay out here a little longer?”

He frowns. “You need to eat. I haven’t fed you.”

I tilt my head at him. “Are you sure the kitchen can handle it?”

He glares at me but then he breaks into a grin and shakes his head. “You’re a little shit, aren’t you?”

“Always.” I grin back, again feeling like a balloon filled up with happiness. I bump him with my shoulder, hopefully a touch he’ll allow. “But you love it.”

His look softens. Less Sir and more Donny again. “I’d accept nothing less. I want everything you are.”

I grin wider. All I ever wanted was to find myself, and with Domhnall, I feel likemyself. Even without remembering the past. It feels right. In my guts and in my heart. Surely that’s got to beme, right?

“I got sandwiches delivered.” He tugs his shirt back on over his head and tragically covers up those gorgeous abs. “They’re at the front door.”

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