I pulled my cock out and smacked her clit once, twice, a third time in quick succession, light, sharp bursts that made her cry in pleasure.
“You don’tgetto come yet,” I said, my voice a low snarl as I lined my cock up again at her entrance. “Not until you give meeverything.The tears. The need. The surrender.”
I pushed in again, watching her cunt stretch around me, watching her mouth drop open in pure desperation. I twisted one nipple, hard.
“You feel this?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you until your body gives out. And then I’m going to keep fucking you until your soul does, too.”
My palm slammed against her hip. Her thigh. Her tit. Each strike timed to the rhythm of my cock driving into her like we were exorcising five years of silence.
Her body bucked and trembled like she was going to break.
I stopped.
Shescreamed.
But she didn’t use her safe word.
“Say it,” I breathed against her mouth, tattooed hand wrapped around her throat now. “Say what I already fucking know.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered. “I’llnevertake it like this from anyone but you.”
I looked down at her, wrecked, raw, begging, and finally, finally...
“Come,” I said. “Fuckinglet go.”
She screamed and threw her head back, opened her mouth while her entire body locked beneath mine.
I came a second later, deep in the condom, hips jerking, growling through gritted teeth as her pussy clenched and pulsed around me.
We collapsed together, breath ragged, bodies slick and trembling. I pulled out slowly, carefully, holding the base of the condom, and tossed it in the trash can beside the bed. When I turned, she was still panting.
I reached up and pulled her into my chest, wrapping both arms around her, hand tangling in her damp hair as I kissed her temple.
“No one,” I whispered. “No one’s ever come close.”
She curled into me, her voice barely audible. “I know.”
We stayed there, bodies pressed together in the afterglow, five years of silence replaced by the loudest truth of all:
This.
Was.
Home.
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“I’m not very good at this aftercare shit.”
I laughed because him holding me here, even if we were still basking in our post-orgasm slick, was all I needed from him. His hand moved in slow strokes down my back, palm wide, fingers spreading at my waist.
“You’re doing fine.”
