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I suck her clit into my mouth and fuck her with my fingers and the toy, and she comes so goddamn hard she practically squirts on my fingers. Wetness coats them, and I groan, licking her clit and her opening so I can taste it. Her legs thrash, and her thighs close around me, squeezing me, trying to push me back and hold me in at the same time.

I do my best to peer up at her, to catch a glimpse of her expression, and when I do, I vow to make all of her future lovers fail to compare to me. No one will ever make her come the way I will today. No one will ever give her what she needs the way I will. But in my head, I already know it’ll be that way for me too.

It’ll always be Wren. And that’s what scares me the most.

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Much like last night, the man doesn’t give me a second to come down. My eyes are closed, and my mind is quiet, and then I feel his hand on my leg, moving it, his hard length at my opening, shoving inside me.Christ. Ten fucking inches at least and goddamn thick. Does he not remember I have a plug in my ass?

I cry out a ragged breath, but that breath turns into a moan like I’ve never made before when I feel something vibrate against my clit. It doesn’t stay there longer than a beat, but my eyes shoot open, and I stare down to find one of my little pink wands in his hand. He holds still, his blue eyes hooded and hungry as he studies the lines of my face, but there’s something else there too.

It’s as if he’s afraid I’ll run again, only this time, he’s in my place, so that’s not an option. He doesn’t get it. Or maybe he does, but he doesn’t care. I had to run. I would have been good with him never showing up and us never talking about it again. And yet here we are.

He’s insidious. Venom. The first hit that instantly has you addicted.

Thank God it’s the last time. My heart couldn’t take it if he wanted a fling or an enemies-with-benefits situation. My head is already a mess, and I’m not sure I would have had the strength to say no. All the lines I create, I cross. All the rules I make, I break. Nothing terrifies me like Jack does. How will I come back from this? Will I? Is that even a possibility when I now know what I’ll be missing and he’s just a breath away at all times?

His hand caresses my face, and I smack it away, making him chuckle.

He squints. “Still like that, huh?”

It’s the only way I’ll survive him. “How about less talking and more fucking?”

His forearm meets the mattress beside my head, putting his face directly above mine. “Let’s see how well you can handle getting fucked when you have that plug in your ass and my cock in your cunt.”

It’s a legit concern if we’re going by that first thrust and the tight fit of him just being inside of me.

“Let’s see if you can fuck me better than you did last night.” I eye the wand. “Clearly you need the backup.”

A smug smirk curls his lips, and my heart thunders at the threat I feel coming. He doesn’t say anything, but I’m getting the impression his actions are about to speak a hell of a lot louder than any of his words ever could.

He spreads my legs wide and presses them against his chest for support, angling himself so I’m bent at a wicked angle, and he can not only sink deeper inside me but my pussy and ass are stretched wide. For a moment I question that, not loving being so open and vulnerable to him, until he slides almost all the way out and slams back in.

All the air leaves my lungs. Not only does he pound me straight to the hilt, but he fucks the plug deeper into my ass. And holy fuck. Just holy fuck. He doesn’t know this, but my assis as much of a virgin as my pussy was that night at the LA party. The butt toys have been experimental, and maybe now would have been a good time to tell him this is the first use they’ve ever gotten.

That said, it’s an experience I wasn’t expecting. And I mean that in the best possible way. It’s a lot. A lot of pressure, and I feel so insanely full, but it’s causing a deep ache to build inside of me. One that plays with the burn and stretch I’m getting from the plug and from him.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

Jack is in my apartment. He’s in my bed. I’m fully naked, and I let himspankme, which categorically should be a total no-no, and I allowed him to put a toy in my ass, and where’s my fight? I mean, other than a few sharp words, it’s like that side of me has left the building and is refusing to return. I’m not on alert. I’m not afraid. I’m not cautious or mindful.

I’m trusting him. I do trust him.

I trusted him last night too, but this is next level for me.

“See, beautiful Wren,” he whispers by my ear as he pulls back out and pumps back in, starting to move—really move—in and out of me. “See how well you take me. Look at you. So gorgeous.” He drags his hand across my sweaty face, pushing back the wet strands of my hair. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. So perfect. You feel so good. Better than anything.”

My eyes close, and it’s there again. That extra layer of warmth that winds through me and covers me like a blanket. A soothing balm. He did this before, and I don’t even remember what he said or how he did it, but it quiets my mind in a way I don’t understand and can’t manage to fight.

“That’s it,” he purrs against me, increasing his pace. I work my hips up, matching him thrust for thrust, but it’s getting harder as my orgasm starts to build inside of me again. My hands cling to his muscular shoulders, and I hold on. His hands are planted on the bed on either side of me, and he usesthem along with his powerful thighs to drive into me deeper and smoother than I’ve ever gotten it.

It’s not hard, and it’s not rough. He’s not out of control, and this isn’t mindless fucking the way last night was. This is him building us up. Working us into a sweaty, breathless, delicious place I didn’t know existed. His cock repeatedly hits my front wall, and the way he’s thrusting and rolling his hips has his pubic bone grazing my clit. Then there’s the plug in my ass that fucks me there, and when he reaches down and starts twisting it, my hands shoot over my head and press into my headboard because holy motherfucking hell, what is that?

And please, please never stop. Oh my god, that’s so good, please never stop.

“My sweet, beautiful Wren, I have no plans to stop. Not yet. I’m going to fuck you all day and all night. All week you’ll hardly be able to move or sit without feeling my cock inside of you, and when you’re sore and aching and touching yourself, I want you to remember who did this to you.”

I shake my head. “I won’t think of you again after today.”

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