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His cock had never felt so good, but the hotter the ginger amped, the less pleasure I derived from the plunder of his shaft.

He hissed in a breath. “Fuck, baby. So damn good. I might have to fuck your mouth for a while to take the edge off.”

My gaze landed on the abandoned knife. He’d carved three pieces, and he wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t intend to use them all.

His thick cock sank between my folds, then he pulled out to the tip before shoving in again, each deep thrust a slow dance of torture. This wasn’t the tempo he used when he wanted to come.

This was him holding off his orgasm.

Because he had two more pieces to get through first.

I was fucked.

19. No Mercy - Rafe

What an erotic show, watching my cock sink inside her body as I palmed her ass. There was nothing unusual about fucking her, but everything surrounding the act heightened it.

The ginger protruding from her ass as my shaft disappeared beneath the piece. The opposing sensations I unleashed on her—her pussy filled with the privilege of my cock as her backdoor burned. And my hands on her sexy behind, kneading her flesh against the ginger.

With each thrust, I dug my fingertips into her cheeks a little more, bringing about an involuntary ass-clenching.

Our bodies slapped together, thigh to thigh, groin to ass. Unable to control the contraction of muscle, she grunted every time I plundered her wet cunt. She was slowly sinking into the mattress, seeking respite from my brutal assault.

She’d find none. I grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her with more force.

“Ahhhh!”

“Hurts, does it?”

“Yes!”

“The stupid stunt you pulled this morning ripped me apart, Alex.”

“I’m sorry.” She muffled her sobs into the bedding, and I smacked her ass.

“I want to hear you. If you’re gonna cry, don’t hide it.”

“Please, Rafe. No more.”

“We’ve still got two more pieces, sweetheart.”

She sobbed again, her shoulders shaking from the power of her despair.

“Remember this pain the next time you eventhinkof running off like that again.”

She didn’t reply, but I knew this experience would stay with her. As much as punishing her like this got me off, I didn’t want to have to do it again.

Not like this—as a result of reckless behavior. If I ever used ginger on her again, I wanted her to give me the gift of it, in spite of the pain it caused her.

My balls tightened, and the pressure in my dick almost reached the breaking point. I pulled out before I came, then I crawled onto the mattress and kneeled in front of her, the crown of my dripping cock aimed at her lips.

“Suck me.”

She was such a good girl, opening her mouth and letting me push inside, that I almost went soft on her.

But that’s what got us here to begin with.

“Clench and hold.”

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