That alone would have been a miracle, but she slept as well as I did—no dreams.
Win-win!
Honestly, it was the best night’s rest I’d had in at least five years and, nightmares aside, I already slept like a baby next to her.
That was, until I stiffened, in a good way, when it registered she was clutching at me. Her pussy walls clinging and squeezing and torturing me. That was when I felt her fingers burrowed between us, the knuckles rubbing against my abs.
“Oh, Stan,” she keened, hips stagnant, just her pussy and hand doing the goddamn work in a way that had the aurora borealis flashing behind my closed eyes.
“Duci,” I begged, digging my own into her butt cheeks.
The agony of immobility was truly awe-inspiring. How could something so heinous feel so good? I wanted to turn her ontoher back, pump my cock into her, fuck her until she couldn’t remember her name, until she didn’t remember the past six weeks.
But I didn’t do that.
The last six weekshadhappened.
I hissed out a breath as she increased her torment. Long drags on my cock, a tight clench, pulsating flutters—honestly this was a full pussy workout.
“Cristu,” I spat when her fingers sped up, those pulsing flickers of her internal muscles matching the pace?—
“Stan,” she mewled as she came, her cunt so tight around me that she had to be choking off my blood supply.
When I exploded into her, the relief was unreal. I gasped on air, then choked on it as she continued utilizing those miracle muscles, getting me off while barely moving.
The torture was over, but my cock throbbed like I needed to go another round.
She didn’t let up. Those magical fingers slowed, but she carried on and on and on until I was a heaving mess beside her. When she got me off a second time, I gritted my teeth at the torturous pleasure, cursing when she bit me—hard. Deep.
My shoulder would bear that mark for days.
The beast in me purred at the claiming as my body ached from her torment.
When she sagged into me with the force of her own release, I gasped. “I think I met Jesus?—”
She snorted then cascaded into a belly laugh that had me grinning like a fool at the ceiling.
But, of course, she’d made me a fool for her.
When she wiggled off me, her movements were a touch stiff but so much better than I’d seen lately, telling me the doctor, if she were still working at the hospital, would have given her the all clear to return to her position.
I eyed her, watching with surprise as she rolled onto her knees and moved to the foot of the bed.
“What are you doing,duci?” I asked warily when she turned to face me, legs spreading wider to reveal the slit that gaped from holding me so long.
I gulped at the sight of her playing with her pussy lips. My gaze flickered between her snatch and the cum that was beginning to make an appearance thanks to the miracle of gravity.
“Tell me you don’t want to, Stan,” she crooned.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My cock hardened.
A-goddamn-gain.
Even as I was thinking that I was too old for three erections in less than a half hour, I sat up. “You’re playing with fire,gattaredda.”
