Page 157 of Petite Fleur

I need him to slow down, yet I don't think I'd survive if he did.

I want his torment.

“More.” I beg, moaning loudly while his cock drags along my sensitive spot.

I feel chills lining my skin and the coil twisting in my lower belly. I feel so close to the edge, and I need him to tip me over and into bliss.

I feel him tightly grip his free hand around my throat, squeezing until all I can do is let out a choked moan and a panicked sensation floods my body. “You were fucking made for me, ma fleur. This pussy was built to fit my cock. This body was put on this earth to tempt me. If you don't cum all over my cock in the next minute, I'm fucking your ass right here, right now.” He says into my ear.

As much as I'd like to see if he'd live up to that threat, I couldn't stop this orgasm if I tried.

I do my best to scream out, but his hand around my throat stops me. My eyes roll back, and I finally give in to the uncomfortable angle I'm bent at, lying my head on his shoulder while my body uncontrollably shakes through my orgasm.

I feel spineless, like a pile of goo, while I feel him cum in me.

Everything feels hazy, but I feel him slowly pull out and help me onto the couch. I feel something wet and warm between my legs before I feel my pants being slowly pulled back up and a blanketbeing draped over me. “You did such a good job; I'm so proud of you.” He says quietly while kissing the top of my head.

I feel silly that all I can do is hum appreciatively and smile at his praise.

When he joins me a moment later, he rests my head on his thigh and starts running his hand through my hair as if he hadn't just finished rearranging my guts and almost scalping me.

“Rest, my love. I promise to wake you soon.” He whispers as he leans down and kisses my temple.

I think I'm asleep before I register if he's saying anything else.

Chapter 60

Maeve Henderson

I hear the jingle of keys and feel Leon patting my back. It all startles me out of my sleep, and I jolt up, the soreness all over my body hitting me like a truck.

How long was I even asleep?

Okay, better question: why don't I feel any more rested?

I could sleep 20 more hours if he'd let me, although I think that's considered a coma.

My pussy throbs, my butt stings, my nipples are still tender from today, and my whole body feels worn and sore in an incredible yet terrible way.

“I’ll be at the door.” Leon says quietly.

He kisses me on the temple and hops up, walking out of view of the front door.

Sean, Carlie, and Shelby come stumbling into the apartment a few minutes later.

They’re giggling and talking loudly about the fun they had at the bar they’d gone to.

So Shelby is my replacement roommate.

I hope she’s safe.

I hope Carlie and Sean haven’t touched her.

We may have had a falling out, but that doesn’t mean I want her to get hurt.

“Okay, Colby was such an easy target.” Sean says with a loud laugh.

I hurry and duck behind the couch to hear what they’re talking about. I need to know.

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