Page 38 of Stutter

I moan his name when I feel him thicken inside of me,throbbingas my pussy contracts around him,beggingfor his seed. I want his cum to fill me up, to leak from me for days and he fucks me, harder, faster, when come so hard I think I’m going to pass out and he stills inside me, grunting and cursing my name, coming so much I can feel him leaking out around his shaft still hard inside of me.

And then… he holds me while I sob, my heart erupting, like he’s letting my soul cling to his for a few more desperate moments, like he needed this more than I did.

“Forever my pretty girl,” he shushes, “Forever mine.”

He withdraws only when he softens, letting me down, and carefully goes to the wall, and turns on the pulley system they have this room rigged with. I slowly come down to my feet. “Lower your arms slowly.” He commands and I follow.

I let out a small yelp at the feeling of my tender arms coming down and the whirring is off immediately. He runs to me, and only then do I notice he’s still fully clothed. He takes off my bindings quickly and I’m in his arms as he carries me bridal-style to the four-poster bed Inferno provides. But he’s not done. Soon I’m being cleaned and wiped with a warm, wet washcloth. He’s looking over my body from head to toe, removing my wings, my torn body suit and my fishnets. Going back to the closet I’m just now noticing and comes back with what looks like a cashmere robe and a bottle of cold water.

He shrugs off his clothes until he’s only in his boxer briefs and climbs into bed with me, still looking me over. I finally see what he sees – there are pink whelps all over my body from my chest to my thighs. “I need you to turn over, Angel. I need to remove the anal beads.”

My cheeks run hot, but I do as he says, getting on all fours and then, in his preferred version of the humble position.

He groans as he gets behind me, and I gasp when I feel his tongue licking my pussy. Hard, fast licks to my clit. The sounds of his slobbering and slurping make me cry out with need again. I grasp the sheets, aching for more, I open my mouth and beg for it.

He tugs on the beads once, twice, and they slip out only to be replaced with his fingers as the tip of his dick glides into my slippery entrance still weeping. I moan as he swiftly, fucks me, lazily thrusting. “You are mine, Siren. I have never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want and love you.”

He pulls out, only to flip me over and positions himself between my aching thighs. He doesn’t bother to hold up his weight and I love it. His strokes are deep and lazy, his lips on mine, seeking some kind of comfort only I can provide, and I melt around him and he sinks further into me. Making love to me.

We find oblivion together.

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I wake up in my bed. Naked.

But not alone.

I have no recollection of how I got home. I only remember falling asleep in Maverick’s embrace. There’s a body to my left and another to my right and a very full bladder alerting me to relieve myselfnow. I creep out of bed and go to my en suite, relieve myself, grab my robe and brush my teeth, wash the remaining makeup off then go look at who exactly is in my bed.

Humph! I almost let out a squeal when I see Jonas and Maverick cuddling.

“Adorable, aren’t they?” I hear from behindme and turn to look at Archer. I kiss him good morning and he lifts me, stepping out into the hallway. I circle his waist with my sore legs, draping my arms over his shoulders immediately and he unties my robe, pressing my spine against the wall. “Good morning, Amourette. Did Harrington fuck you properly?”

“Yes,” I moan when I feel the thickness of his cock straining against my quickly slickening pussy.

“Are you sore?”

“Yes.” I breathe as he reaches between us to release his cock. Because fuck, even if I am, I need him.

“Let’s check, shall we? Shh Amourette, I’m a doctor. Let me feel this pretty cunt around me so I can check for bruising.”

Fuck me that’s so hot.

I groan when he slips into me, ashamed of how wet I already am for him. Slow, easy, unrelenting thrusts is all he gives me.

“So beautiful. I love you. Were you a good girl for your grumpy professor?”

“Mmhmm.” I nod as he keeps his pace, dipping his head so his tongue can curl around my nipples, sucking and feasting.

“Stay quiet, Amourette. Harrington didn’t come home with you until a few hours ago and I want you to myself this morning.”

“Damon,” I whisper his name as a plea, when he thrusts deeper.

“That’s right, Little Bird. Look at me. Does it hurt?”

I nod softly.

“Too much?”

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