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I shouldn’t get so close to an orgasm. I shouldn’t mimic his pace with the spoon.
Desire shoves my shame down where I can’t feel it. I can only feel him.
“Fuck. Fuck, Aurora.” His grip on my hair is more demanding, more possessive. “Make that pretty cunt come. Need this. Need you screaming on my cock.”
Refusing him is impossible. My body has been pushed to its limit. I’m standing at the peak of a mountain, Everett behind me. His capable hands are on my back.
His cock in my mouth and his filthy words throw me off the metaphorical cliff.
I cry in shame. I cry from how exquisite it is.
I cry because this vicious man isn’t wrong.
He sees me. He knows how to hurt me.
“Good girl.” Hot cum spurts into my mouth. Down my throat. “So good.”
There’s so much of it, and I’m taking it all for myself. I’ve earned it, to own a piece of this monster.
“That’s it. Swallow. Yes.” His eyes are as dark as his tone. “That’s a good slut. My good slut. God, I hate you.”
He repeats my name as my tears wet his thighs. As I moan on his cock. I can’t stop. I can’t as one aftershock after another threatens to drive me into oblivion.
“Let go.” He holds my head down, his thumb stroking my nape. “Let go. It’s okay. I’m here.”
At first, I’m confused. Let go of what? I already came.
Then it hits me.
Black dots dance at the edge of my vision. The lightness. The loss of control over my limbs.
“It’s okay.” He pulls out of my mouth.
His arms wrap around me. Strong and capable, raising me to his lap as if I weigh nothing.
My fingers are powerless, releasing the hold on the spoon.
It clatters as it falls on the floor.
“Everett.”
“Let go,” he demands, nestling me closer to him. “I’ve got you.”
I do, but not before this one thought flashes in my head.
A neon sign.
The monster has me.
And while I might be able to let go, he won’t.
Not ever.
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AURORA
I’ve been in Everett’s bed for hours.
