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The rug burned my knees.

An intense pain blooming in my lower abdomen.

The tightness around my neck.

The sharp sting of his hand slapping my ass.

It was pure ecstasy. I kept my eyes closed and allowed the blissful feelings to surround me as James salaciously had his way with me. I didn’t want to open my eyes and risk the incredible feeling slipping away.

I hungered for each burn.

I craved the aches.

I lusted after the tightness around my neck.

I clung to each slap.

I didn’t want it to end. Eventually, though, his voice signaled the end, for now at least, was near.

“Ready, pup?” James’ voice was low and deep as he breathed heavily.

I was always ready; I just couldn’t coherently reply now. I nodded and managed to mumble, “Yeah,” as I braced for it.

For a moment, the pressure around my neck grew a bit tighter as James adjusted his grip on my collar. A smile forced its way onto my face while James unloaded inside me. He placed his palm over the front of my throat and guided my head back toward him. James crushed his mouth against mine while his hips moved almost savagely to propel his dick deeper into me. I swallowed all of his grunts and moaned into his mouth.

My grip on the comforter hadn’t relaxed yet. I didn’t want to move out of this position. Not even an inch. James uncurled his hand from my collar and wrapped it around my dick. It was so hard that I almost couldn’t stand being touched as he stroked me firmly. But James knew just how to touch me, how to drive me to the top of the hill and then jump off the cliff with me in his arms.

“Come on, pup. I want to feel your throat flex against my hand as you moan.” James’ voice was rough and raspy. I loved it.

My body stilled for a moment right before I came, and James tightened his grip on my dick. We were at the top of the hill, balancing on the tips of our toes. The second I felt his fingers press against the sides of my neck I tipped over the edge.

“Aw, fuck!” I yelled as loudly as I was able to manage.

I shot cum all over the comforter, foot rail, and I was pretty sure even on the rug while moaning and swearing. My breathing grew labored and more erratic, and once my dick stopped oozing jizz, the shaking came. James said it was a byproduct of me getting so worked up and tense when we’d fuck.

I felt James slip from my body as he let go of my dick and wrapped his arm around my waist. He gave my sides a few pats with his hand before he reached over me and released my wrists from the restraints. James pulled me backward to rest against his chest as he grabbed the throw from the edge of the bed and wrapped it around us. My eyes remained closed as I leaned my head against his chest. I ate this part up too.

“That’s my good boy, Brandon.” James rubbed his hand up and down my bicep and then gave my abdomen a pat. He kissed the top of my head and gave me a gentle squeeze. “I love you, pup.”

“I love you too,” I murmured. I started to lift my head off his chest to look at him, but he took his hand off my shoulder and guided my head back to his chest.

“Just relax. There’s no rush for us to move,” he reminded me.

I smiled and happily nestled my head against his body again. James owned me in every sense of the word. I absolutely loved and hungered for everything he gave me. I needed and wanted all of the roughness, but the not-so-rough parts had grown on me too. I loved how rough he could be and loved how he took care of me afterward.

Eventually, we moved to the bed. It took no time at all for me to fall asleep snuggled up to him.

* * *

“Is everything okay?”Salem asked me out of the blue while we were setting up a display.

I frowned and looked at her as I moved some of the Three Brothers Coffee tumblers from one shelf to another. James and I had a very satisfying fuck session last night, and I had a great night of sleep. Nothing was wrong, and I had no clue what caused her to ask.

“Everything is fine. Why do you ask?”

I took the box cutter and opened the box that had our new Socks and Coffee mugs. I held one of the mugs and marveled at the design and colors on the socks.

“You’re quiet.”