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If this was a trap, fuck it. The bastards got me.

And if it wasn’t, it hardly mattered.

I was a goner either way.

CHAPTER10

Freya

Idug my nails into his chest, but not to push him away. To trap him, to drag him closer, to keep him there, right where I wanted him. It was involuntary, like the wrenching gasps jerking out from between my lips with every deep thrust he made. Thick and hot and deep, plumbing my hot depths. Caressing, stroking, stirring me.

I hadn’t known it could feel like this. He could just melt me down with pleasure and mold me into something new, someone I didn’t even recognize, and couldn’t control. He could turn me into Sandee for real. She was so vulnerable and compromised, so needy and desperate. Things I’d thought I wasn’t. I thought I was so smart, so tough and capable. That no one could fuck with me.

I was being oh, so fucked with right now. And I was loving every second of it.

My body woke up, just for him. Glowing, aching, yearning. Each deep, sliding plunge of his cock relieved the ache, and stoked a desperate need for the next. I struggled helplessly to get closer, take him deeper. His cock stroked the melting, juicy sweet spots inside me. Making me shivering and soft. Yielding. Helpless. His.

I couldn’t let myself topple like this. But I couldn’t stop clutching, sobbing, lifting myself toward that thing I craved, and before I knew it, oh God…

Again, he watched me scatter into glittering pieces across the cosmos.

When I drifted back, he was on top of me, and miles inside. I could feel his swift, heavy heartbeat wedged so deep. He was still long, thick, and rock hard. Rocking, gently. Waiting until I was ready.

Not finished with me. Not by a long shot.

As our eyes locked, he started to move again. The last orgasm had sensitized me, and I gasped at the sensation, almost too much to bear, but as I stared into his eyes, he adjusted his stroke, my perception shifted, and suddenly, it was perfect. Exquisite, even. I was ravenous for more. As if he were some kind of sex god, and I was helplessly in his thrall. Coming for him, on command? Where did that come from? That was terrifying.

He was stripping me of masks I hadn’t known I was wearing. I was inside out, broken parts exposed. My garbage, the godawful mess deep inside me that I had never cleaned up, because I didn’t know how. I wouldn’t be able to hide any of it from him.

I swallowed, to get my throat working. “Um…James? Don’t you ever, you know…like, come?”

“Of course. I can go ahead and finish, if you’re tired. I just love to be inside you. And I love to feel you come. Do you want to stop?”

“I’d like to see you come, too. Go ahead and finish. We can always start again.”

He gave me a wicked grin as his cock pulsed deep. “Do you want to change positions? On top, from behind? Anything you like. Lady’s choice.”

That sounded fun, but too acrobatic in my current boneless and quivering state. I shook my head. “This is good,” I said. “Just like this.”

“Yeah, it is,” he said. “You’re perfect. I love how it feels. That beautiful tight little hole, hugging me. Your sweet rosy tits bouncing. Your eyes, your lips. You’re so fucking beautiful, Sandee.”

“Ah…thank you,” I faltered. “That’s, ah…sweet.”

His teeth flashed in the gloom, and he scooped up my knees, draping them over his elbows. Pressing me even wider open as he started in on me once again.

Slow, slick, heavy. Wickedly skillful. All the ugliness of the day had melted away. All my lies and plans and schemes, everything washed away, wiped blank as that energy started to build. He knew just how to stoke it, just how to spur me on, driving me on with those slick thrusts…waiting for me, waiting…until my pleasure throbbed through me, and he finally released his own, with a rough cry. Pouring himself into me.

That flash of bright, perfect fusion was shattering.

When I opened my eyes, my face was wet, and Jed was gazing down at me, looking worried. “Hey,” he said. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”’

I shook her head. “Just tension unwinding,” I murmured. “No biggie.” I gave him the best smile I could muster, but he still looked unconvinced.

Jed lifted himself off, pulling out. I felt damp and small and vulnerable, alone on the bed, as he strode off to bathroom to get rid of the condom.

I was unequipped for this situation. I’d counted on my own rock-solid defenses. I thought I’d just pretend to like it, and deal with the fallout of prostituting myself later.

But actually, for real liking it? That was a goddamn disaster.

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