Page 95 of Depravity


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Another tug, the harshest yet.

Can’t get any air in. Can’t breathe, can’t, can’t…

Just when I think I’m going to faint, Knox lets go.

A burst of fresh air gets sucked into my lungs. Filling them. Sending my body into the best, most painful orgasm.

My eyes are the widest they’ve ever been. My mouth falls open on a silent scream.

My pussy isn’t squeezing Knox. It’s like I’m pulling him in, demanding that he come inside me.

“Yes, that’s my girl. Take my seed, Skylar. Take my babies. I—Fuuuck.” His heat spreads inside me as his visceral groan reaches into my chest.

Pride swells within me, twisted and hot. I gave him this. I gave him myself.

“Good. Girl. Good”—our bodies slap together—“fucking”—he slams into me two more times, emptying himself—“girl.”

When he’s done, he lowers himself, folding me into him while holding both of us up.

His thigh muscles barely shake. His heart beats steadily.

Filled with his cum, wrapped in his embrace, I belong.

I hope he never lets me go.

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SKYLAR

“Skylar.” His voice pulls me out of my floaty space, back into his captivating darkness.

The man I lost my virginity to.

Prying my eyes open, I blink until I’m fully aware of my surroundings.

The first thing that filters in is warmth.

Knox’s warmth.

Next, I notice where I am in all of this. Still on my hands and knees, I’m weak, unstable. But I’m not afraid. He’s here to hold me up, to take care of me.

While he’s on his knees, still curled around me.

He’s not just strong. He’s powerful for holding me up.

His palms are another anchor. His body is my haven as he cradles me through the soft, broken sounds slipping past my gag.

When I bite down and whimper around the gag, Knox shushes me, peppering kisses over my shoulder.

It’s as if he’s praising me for clinging to the rope he’s tied around me, for being into the same things as him.

And he, as a reward, lets me have him, the one thing I’ve been missing my entire life.

A shudder ripples through me. A feeling that’s too close to love shakes me to my core.

He sees through me. His actions drown me in care, affection, protectiveness.

“You’ve done so well.” His fingers caress my stomach. Back and forth in a soothing rhythm. His lips brush my shoulder as he speaks, while his cum slips from between us, dripping down my thigh. “So well. My girl. Mine.”