Page 88 of Unmade

Hnngh.

I stopped feeling the fire in my ass. He lifted my hips a bit for better access, and then he planted a hand on the side of my face, pressing it down on the pillow, and he took what was his. Over and over, he drilled his big cock into me, each thrust pushing the bed frame against the wall.

I didn’t know exactly when the tears started falling, but it was the most liberating feeling I’d experienced in years. My breaths came easier, the pressure faded, all while the pleasure built up. He was gonna get me off just by fucking me up the mattress.

I sniffled and?—

He froze. “Leighton, you’re?—”

“Don’t stop!” I groaned. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. It’s p-perfect. Don’t stop.”

He cursed and removed his hand from my head, and he slipped it under me instead. Was he surprised to find me hard? The instant he formed a fist around my cock, I cried out—and he seemed to relax.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned through a chuckle. “You’re sick.”

“I’m already close,” I complained.

“I’ve been close for an eternity,” he grunted, fucking me faster again. “Fuck me, you’re tight. This sweet little ass, pup…”

“Hnngh.” I pushed against him as much as I could.

He brought the pain back, and the tears fell once more.

This time, he didn’t stop.

He chased his orgasm with merciless thrusts, and I sank into a pit of filth. Maybe he understood what the crying did to me? Either way, he didn’t change anything when I couldn’t hold back my cries, and it messed with me. It was like he threw me into a pool of humiliation where it didn’t matter to him that I was upset, except I felt safe and listened to outside the fantasy. He was giving me what I’d asked for.

In the middle of that emotional chaos, he nudged me over the edge, and I started coming. I moaned and sobbed at the same time, and his thrusts became sharper. He jackhammered into me and surrendered to his own climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted. He pulled out and came on my ass, two hot splashes of come, then pushed in again with a long groan.

He covered me from head to toe, and the pressure squeezed the last of the tension out of my body. My mind was completely blank and quiet.

My heart slowed down gradually.

He didn’t let go of my cock immediately. Instead, he touched it gently and rubbed my come all over it.

His breathing evened out. So did mine.

Shivers ran through us both, and when he yawned, I yawned.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he whispered.

I nodded.

I would’ve preferred to linger a few more minutes, but he was eager. He withdrew from me and dragged me out of bed?—

Jesus.

My legs were jelly. I had to steady myself against him.

He smiled a little and ushered me into his private bathroom.

I squinted at the harsh light.

My brain was so calm and happy that I didn’t want anything disturbing the peace. Nothing too bright, no unnecessary impressions.

Beckett wordlessly soaked a towel in hot water and left the water running, and then he washed me with the soft fabric, and I shivered at the sensations.

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