Page 98 of Vicious Hearts

I slide my finger out of Roxy's ass, holding her open with my fingertip so I can get the smooth tip of the dildo in there. She grits her teeth as I push past the tight outer ring of muscle and into her depths until the widest part of the dildo's base sits snugly in the crack of her ass. I step back to admire my handiwork.

"That looks so pretty," I say. I wrap one hand around her throat, her jugular pulsating under my palm. "Now, you hold on good and tight."

I shove my cock into her pussy. With my grip on her neck, she has nowhere to go, and I bottom out hard.

"You're so big," she says. "I'll never get used to you."

"I hope not."

I pull out of her and plunge back in, making her gasp. As I pinch her throat harder, I slap her ass, jiggling the dildo inside her. She yelps in surprise, her pussy clamping down on me, and I growl.

"Oh yeah. Keep squeezing me, baby. I love it."

I spank her again and again, fucking her pussy harder. I shove her head down, and she bites the back of the chair, reaching for her clit. She touches herself as I pound her, chasing her climax.

I let go of Roxy's neck, and she coughs. I wind my hand through her hair, pulling her back toward me so I can kiss her delicate throat. Part of me wants to slow down, but my hips have a mind of their own, and I growl in Roxy's ear as my climax starts to ramp up. She's sitting almost upright on her knees, bouncing on me.

"Fuck my ass with the dildo, and I'll come," she cries. "Do it, Ben, please!"

I reach between us and grab the base of the dildo, holding it still. As she moves, the toy slides out of her ass, plunging back in as she rides. I'm fucking her pussy simultaneously, sprinting for the finish.

Roxy is working her clit, panting with the exertion as she fucks herself on me and her toy. I give a deep moan as her pussy spasms, milking the come from me, and she screams, her pussy gushing all over my thighs.

I listen to her breathing for a minute, then disentangle myself from her, easing the toy from her ass.

"That was so good," she says. "Almosttoogood."

I grin. "Nothing's too good for you, my love."

* * *

We sit on the jetty, our feet in the water. It's still warm, the lights reflecting on the lake as the evening draws in.

"I can see why you like this place," I say.

Roxy rests her head on my shoulder. "It's beautiful. But I miss having a home. I felt at peace here, but I lost those little things that gave me comfort every day. The things that speak of love."

I take her hand and bring it to my face, kissing her fingertips. "Like tire swings and sugar cookies?"

She sighs. "Exactly like that."

"You'll have those things again," I say. "I promise. Wherever you want to go, whatever you want to do, I will make it happen."

The lapping of the little waves is soothing. It occurs to me I can't remember the last time my toe did that nervous tapping thing.

Roxy and I went through hell to find our way to one another. She more than earned her happiness, and I'll move heaven and Earth to see she has the love and comfort she deserves. And the rough stuff to remind her who she belongs to.

I'm humming, murmuring the words of a song that seems to be permanently stuck in my head.Heroes, by, of course, David Bowie.

Roxy recognizes it and looks up at me, smiling.

"So, are you now a confirmed fan?" she asks.

"Absolutely." I kiss her forehead. "That one resonates with me.You'rea hero, Rox. Do you know that? You saved my life."

I continue to sing quietly to her. She leans back in my arms, closing her eyes.

"I love you, Ben."

I cup her cheek, my lips meeting hers.

"I love you too,charodeyka."

THE END

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