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Slowly, he slides in, filling me completely. I gasp, still tender from the last time we fucked.

"Fucking hell," I exclaim as he thrusts in and out, dragging against my tender walls.

"Am I too much for you?" he growls.

"Almost," I rasp. "But also never. You're never too much. You're perfect."

His expression intensifies as he continues to thrust, his pace quickening.

He plows into my pussy, smashing into my cervix. It's an unusual sensation, but at the same time I never want it to stop.

"I'm going to come," he pants.

"Good. Come for me baby," I say, relieved this isn't going to be an all-night session. I need time to recover, my pussy tender from the way he's been destroying it.

His pace increases again and I feel his body go still. He groans, yanking my hips so my pussy slams down onto his cock to its hilt. "Fuck, you're amazing, Fallon-y," he grits, his cock pulsing, releasing inside me. "You're the best."

I grin and plant a kiss on his sexy lips. "Likewise," I say.

Chapter 79

Aksel

The bouncy castle looms before me, an obscene shade of neon pink against the carefully curated greenery in the large amenity space behind my condo. How did I let Fallon talk me into this? Or rather, how did she get me so captivated that I remember a throwaway comment she made over a decade ago and wanted to make her belated dreams come true.

Despite the inconvenience, when she gasped, her eyes lighting up, I knew it was worth it. It was worth the strange looks from the delivery men when I admitted I didn't have a toddler, as well as the ache in my back from helping set up the monstrosity.

"You remembered!" Fallon throws her arms around me, nearly knocking me off my feet. "How did you know I always wanted one of these?"

"You mentioned it once, I believe after a particularly tortuous algebra exam." An offhand comment from years ago that she probably doesn't even recall. "I wanted to do something special for you."

"It's perfect." She grins, already kicking off her shoes and bouncing towards the entrance. The childlike joy on her face makes everything worth it.

Running ahead and clambering inside, Fallon pokes her head out of the entrance, her hair mussed and smile wide. "Well? Are you coming in or what?"

With a dramatic sigh, I follow her in. The floor gives beneath my feet and for a moment panic rises in my chest at the thought of making a fool of myself.

Then Fallon grabs my hands, pulling me into the chaos of the bouncy castle. We crash into each other, bounce off the walls and dissolve into laughter.

The worries and responsibilities of everyday life fade away, leaving only the present moment. Me and Fallon and a secret childhood dream brought to life.

Fallon's shrieks of delight are infectious, and the laughter bubbles up before I can stop it. We collide in a tangle of limbs on the squishy floor of the bouncy castle, the cares that had weighed us down evaporating in this moment.

For now, the past is forgotten. The betrayal, the heartbreak—none of it matters here. There is only the joy we find in each other's arms, the lightness of being together with no agenda other than bouncing the shit out of this castle.

I pull Fallon into my lap in a corner of the castle, her hair a wild tangle, cheeks flushed. She's stunning like this, carefree and happy. The woman I fell in love with, not the vengeful creature she's become. Although, I really do love her in any shape or form.

Her eyes meet mine, laughter fading to something deeper. A warmth and tenderness that loosens the knots in my chest.

"Thank you for this," she whispers. "For reminding me it's okay to feel joy again. A little dose of happiness I haven't felt in a while."

I brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek, wonder and love swelling within me. "Anytime, baby. Anytime."

After what seems like hours of laughter, we collapse against the netting, our limbs entangled and breaths coming hard.

Fallon rests her head on my chest, her fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt. "Thank you for this. For understanding me so well."

I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the familiar and intoxicating scent of her shampoo. "You're welcome. I'd do anything for you."

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