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Keys pulls back and slams inside me again, this time starting a powerful rhythm that sends me spiraling into the abyss of something remarkable.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Nothing else matters in this moment but him inside me. He completes me in this moment. I’m a part of him, and he’s a part of me.
Keys rocks my world in a way I never thought was possible.
Orgasm after orgasm, I lose count. The last one that hits me, I cry out weakly from the intensity of it. My voice cracks from the amount of screaming I’ve done.
“Fuck, Marla.” Keys snarls, his cock twitching and pulsing inside me. I could feel him coming, his release spurting inside me, coating my inner walls.
Long moments later, Keys lets out a heavy breath and lowers himself. A second passes, and he slides the blindfold from over my eyes.
I meet his eyes and see the lust burning in his.
“Ready for more?”
“More?” I didn’t completely understand. Was he ready to go again already?
“Yeah, baby, more. We’re nowhere near done.” He grinds himself into me, drawing a moan from my lips.
Before I can answer, he kisses me deeply. I guess my moan was answer enough.
I want him, and I’m taking what I want. Even I’m taking without being about to touch him in this moment. I’ll take him as I can in this moment. At least until I’m released from my restraints. Then I’ll do all the touching I want to do. Though, I don’t think he’s going to let me get that chance. Not for a while, maybe not any time tonight.
Honestly, it didn’t matter. I know I’ll get my chance. Right now, I’m in heaven. I never knew pleasure could feel like this. It’s a pleasure I know I’ll grow addicted to. Without my fix of Keys, I might perish from my need for him.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KEYS
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I groan and pull from the depths of Marla’s body.
Marla was lying limp beneath me, eyes closed. Her body exhausted from taking everything I’d given her. I didn’t hold back. Not even when I took her ass for the second time, adding the addition of the vibrator in her pussy.
She’d taken everything and enjoyed it.
Exhausted, I let out a heavy breath and climbed out of bed. I make my way to the bathroom and grab a cloth, wet it, making sure it is with warm water. Moving back to the bed, I clean Marla’s body of the sweat drenching her. She doesn’t move as I remove the restraints from her ankles and wrists.
Taking the cloth back to the bathroom, I wipe myself down as well before going back to the room. I grab a set of clean sheets from my closet and, again without waking Marla, I change the ones beneath her.
Finally, I join her in bed, pulling the covers over us.
Marla lets out a sigh and curls deeper into me. Never has anything felt so good.
I’d never slept with someone in my bed. I’ve always fucked ‘em then kicked them out afterward. The first time had been the night after I brought her to the clubhouse.
Holding Marla to me felt good. Felt right. I could easily sleep with her every night and never grow tired of it.
Allowing myself to relax fully, I close my eyes and let sleep take me without a fight.
Fingers trail along my chest, the soft touch feels good. Cracking an eye open, I glance down at Marla’s hand.
“Morning,” I tell her and kiss the top of her head.
Marla’s body jerks ever so slightly like I’d startled her. Finally, she whispers, “Morning.”
The sound of her voice seemed off. Like it was filled with apprehension. I knew this morning we were going to have a lot to talk about, but I figured we’d at least get some coffee in our systems first. Looks like that ain’t gonna happen.
