Page 70 of Fourth Wall

As his cock kept thrusting into me, he pressed his thumb against my backside entrance. The pressure alone drove my orgasm closer to exploding.

Suddenly, he paused and told me to reach the edge of the couch and hold on. I felt his fingers glide through my wet core, bringing my arousal up to my ass.

One hand rotated back and forth between my breasts, rolling my nipples around while the other pushed into my ass. I screamed out in pain.

“You need to relax. Take a deep breath,” he instructed. I did exactly what he told me to and attempted to relax everything while his finger pressed inside my ass. His other hand pinched my nipple, and all the pain circulated into my body just as he continued to impale my pussy with his cock.

It was an emotion that I couldn’t put into words. So much pain was happening, but an immense amount of sheer pleasure began to take root.

He kept thrusting as his finger pressed deeper into my ass. His other hand moved from pinching to rolling my nipples.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered.

“Me too,” he responded curtly.

Thrust. Whimper. Slam. It was so much, almost too much.

“My sweet little cunt,” he murmured as he released my sore nipples and brought that hand to the top of my cunt, flicking my clit as his other hand circled my backside.

Immediately, I felt a release of warmth as I writhed from underneath him, black spots dotting my vision as a rush of warm liquid poured into me. We both moaned out a symphony of pleasure before I collapsed onto the warm, fluffy blanket and lay splayed out while he grabbed a towel to clean us.

He gently cleaned our mess before joining me on the blanketed rug.

“I will never ever get sick of fucking you,” he said to the ceiling, and I rolled over so I was facing up.

“Are you just saying that because we are in the aftermath of whatever the fuck that was?” Because using words to describe something that felt so indescribable felt like a disservice.

“Absolutely not.” He propped up on his elbow so he was facing me. “I told you I’m never lying to you again.”

I gave him a small smile.

“Do you wanna go take a shower?” He winked, and I laughed as he whisked me upstairs and into the shower.

We had sex four more times that night before we both passed out in our bed…a.k.a. Christian’s room.

I woke up to an empty bed and walked downstairs to see coffee and a breakfast spread.

“You made all of this?” I asked.

“No.” He laughed. “I may have borrowed Julian’s chef for the morning.”

“Wow. Thank you. It all looks so good.” I sat at the table and grabbed a few pieces of lox and bagel while Christian pulled out a chair beside mine.

“Did you sleep okay?” Christian winked, which only made me emit a small giggle.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I offered honestly. I knew it would upset him, but if he was being truthful with me, then I needed to be that with him. I was worried he would run away.

“I don’t think there will be a day when I don’t apologize, but I really mean it, Maeve. I am not running out on you again.”

“What are we going to do today?” I asked, knowing that I didn’t have to go to work for a few hours.

“We haven't destroyed the front room yet?” Christian offered a wink.

“You are wild, Christian West.” I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before he pulled me onto his lap.

“Maeve?”

“Mm-hmm,” I responded around bites of my bagel.

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