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“Look at what a good job you did,” he said, the approval and wonder in his voice making her feel proud. “You took the whole thing. Does it hurt?”

“A little,” she admitted in a tiny voice. “Just don’t move, okay?”

“Okay.”

Deep in her ass, she could feel his dick pulsating. She was terrified to move. Gentle fingers traced her flesh where she was stretched around him, tickling where she was the most sore. It made her squirm, and he gasped at the small movements she made. Oh fuck. He needed to stop. If she came she wouldn’t be able to hold still and she’d hurt herself. His other hand snaked between her and the bed, seeking her clit, and she couldn’t move away to stop him.

Her clit felt huge and engorged, and her pussy ached to be filled, not that there would be any room for something inside it. His fingers found her nub and he brushed over it gently, the slightest of touches, then surrounded it with questing fingers, milking at it, making the heavy tension in her pussy and ass build to overwhelm her. She tried to stave it off, made a valiant effort to ignore what he was doing, but every muscle in her body coiled and bunched, building toward an uncontrollable explosion.

“No . . . no . . .”

“Oh fuck, are you going to come, pretty girl?”

“No!” she cried sulkily. She didn’t want to come, but she needed to so bad she’d die if he stopped her.

“Oh, I think you are, whether you like it or not,” he said roughly. “Your little ass is so hot and tight. I’m going come so hard you’re going to feel it in the back of your throat.”

Fuck.

The tension that sang through her body snapped like an arcing power line. She shrieked as the orgasm broke over her, but one strong hand kept her mostly still as she wriggled on his cock, struggling to make him move. His fingers plucked at her clit, rough and cruel.

“Please fuck me. Please! I need you,” she begged. She arched back into him, wanting to feel him pound into her and come hard, deep inside her body.

“Shh, I don’t want to hurt you.” He made a choking sound, like he could hardly bear it, but she wanted to hear him come.

“Fox, please,” she hissed.

He gave a few tentative thrusts, and the alien pleasure of it rolled her eyes back. She shoved back, impaling herself on him, and he lost his struggle for control, thrusting into her hard and fast a few times before both hands grabbed her hips. His fingers dug painfully into her skin as he covered her with his body, owning her, his hot grunts of pleasure loud in her ear. The jerk of his cock emptying into her tender ass slammed her with a second orgasm, and she whimpered and struggled helplessly beneath him until the storm ebbed.

When she could open her eyes again, she blinked stupidly at the expanse of black bed linens, then closed them again and shuddered as his breath brushed the small hairs at the back of her neck. He bit her there, and a stunning orgasmic aftershock wracked her exhausted body as his cock continued to twitch in her ass.

“Mmm.” He fastened his teeth on her earlobe and she weakly cried out. “I want to do that again.”

Her poor bottom felt abused. She just wanted to run a bath and curl up in it and go to sleep.

“No,” she whined. “I don’t want to.”

He groaned. “I love it when you say no and don’t safeword.”

Busted.

“I-I might safeword.” And maybe she wouldn’t if she wasn’t so sore . . . When she tried to get her legs to support her and pull away so he’d fall out, the bed held her in place.

His cock was rock hard again. Or maybe still? She knew he’d come, not just because she’d felt it happen—the memory still branded in her mind—but bec

ause she could feel it running down the back of her thighs. Ugh. It made her feel so dirty and used.

“I don’t think you will,” he murmured, his voice full of his cocky bravado. “Not after you just came for me like that.”

Lust rekindled, but the whole thing still embarrassed her. She ached, but his cock was making her toes curl.

“I don’t like it,” she whispered stubbornly.

“Uh-huh.” He thrust harder, making her teeth click together. “Your safeword is ‘zombie’.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. There were only moans of discomfort and pleasure.

“Somehow that’s what I thought you’d say.”


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