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D’Angelo keeps hold of my cock, working a second finger into me and then a third with painstaking slowness and care.
He’s doing this on purpose.
I feel like I could burst from pleasure already.
My toes curl.
“Need your cock, darlin’,” I murmur. “This is me begging. Please, fuck me.”
“Romantic.” D’Angelo sounds like he’s trying not to laugh. “But also, I like to reward begging.”
His cock punches into me with none of the slowness or care of his fingers.
He takes me in a single, hard thrust.
I whine at the sudden burn and sensation of being filled.
He’s so fucking big.
Being unable to look at D’Angelo is like being blindfolded by stars. It’s heightening all my other senses and making everything more intense.
D’Angelo pistons into me.
His thrusts drag me back and forth across the rug like I’m a ragdoll. The burn of the rug against my back, mirrors the burn in my arse.
Then the burn melds into nothing but an all-encompassing pleasure.
“Can you feel it?” D’Angelo grabs my legs underneath the knees and rises them higher in order to thrust deeper. “How I love you?”
I don’t have the breath left in me to force out words.
Sweat drips into my eyes.
He pushes my legs over his shoulders, forcing each thrust impossibly deeper.
And I feel his love on every thrust.
Then D’Angelo lets go of his hold on my cock. “Come.”
And I do, at the same time that his hips stutter and he curls his nails with bruising force into my chest.
Finally, I disobey him, looking away from the stars because I am desperate to see his expression.
Only to find that D’Angelo is staring tenderly at me with an aching love.
My heart stops.
How many times has he looked at me like this before, but I’ve missed it?
Because D’Angelo is looking at me in the same way that he does Robyn, as if he’d break if he never saw me again.
CHAPTER TEN
Rebel Arena,Freedom
Shay
Perfect.Beautiful. Mine.
