“But I can go slower, I can work you like this, get my hand on you here—” he started to say, and she had to cut him off. Because he was doing exactly as he’d described. He was grabbing her butt and calling itjuicy,and angling her body just so, and oh oh, no no no.
No, she couldn’t take that without losing her last shred of control.
“Oh god, don’t, don’t. Just do it like you were at first. Please just stay like that.”
“But I can feel you shaking when I hit it there. I can hear your heart speeding up and ohhhh you’re getting so slick and tight, oh that’s really, that’s way too good, fuck that’s gonna make me come, hold on lemme just stop for a second.”
“But I don’t want you to stop. I want you to do it. I need you to.”
“Youneedme to?” he asked, so desperately she almost didn’t keep pushing him. And then he curled his tongue over one sharp incisor, and gave her a heated, feverish look like he wanted to eat her, and she simply couldn’t let this go on any longer.
“Yeah,” she moaned. “Fill my pussy.”
And that was almost all it took. He made an ungodly sound the moment she said it, and just sort of seemed to move without even meaning to. His hips rolled unsteadily. Then before she could catch her breath, he sped up. He did it fast, he did it hard, over and over until it felt like more than sex. It felt like a beast rutting over her, urgently.
All of which really messed up hermake him come before I do something ridiculousplans. Because it felt as if she were going to do the ridiculous thing anyway. He kept hitting some delicious place inside her, and every time he did it shoved a glut of sensation through her belly and her clit and her cunt.
And then he was doing it, he was coming, she knew he was coming. She could hear it in his hot, guttural groans, and the way he said her name. She could feel it in the shudder that went through him, and the pulse and swell of that thick cock, and the echo of his pleasure, ringing right through her.
And finally there was the worst part.
Or the very best part, depending on your point of view.
Because she could feel it. She could actually feel that slick liquid filling her. It had a sensation all its own. A strange, intense sort of bliss, that shimmered through her every time it touched some part of her body. And it was this, she knew, that took things even higher. Because she didn’t just come when it happened. She didn’t just feel the pleasure of an ordinary orgasm.
She was unable to breathe because of it, unable to think or speak or do anything at all. She could only lie there beneath him, as he pushed her through wave after wave of body-obliterating sensation. And even after he was done, he didn’t stop.
“Just tell me if you want me to,” he said.
But she couldn’t form words. All she could do was nod, and then he just kept going. Over and over, until she was pretty sure her body was constantly coming. Everything was one long, glorious, completely agonizing climax. And not just for her—she suspected it was that way for him, too. That he was trapped in this state of almost continuous orgasm.
Though she knew when more than that happened.
Because he choked out words. “Oh fuck, I think this is gonna be even more intense, oh man, I don’t think I can take it,” he said. Then just seemed to go over so hard that he drew lines through the mattress with his claws. She heard fabric rip, watched fluff spiral into the air on either side of her. Felt his groan like a living thing, running through him.
And there wasn’t even a word for what that did to her. She clenched so hard around him that he made a shocked sound. Then he looked at her face, almost pained with pleasure. But she couldn’t saysorry. She couldn’t tell him,I don’t mean to like it this much, I don’t want to be this hot for it, this greedy.
Because as soon as he saw her intensely pleasured expression, he pulled away.
And then that thick, hot, sensation-stoking come was spilling over her. It was coating her flushed, slick folds, and the sensitive entrance to her cunt, and her swollen clit. She felt it sliding between the cheeks of her ass like molten lava, triggering a million new feelings as it went.
And oh, it was just too much, it was too much.
But god, it was not enough, at the same time.
When he was done, when he slumped against her, and held her, and said into her hair that she was the sweetest thing, she didn’t think,thank god that’s over, the way she wanted to. She wasn’t glad to be back over the line she had promised she wouldn’t cross.
She was simply sad to know that the sex cure had worked.
And that she would now never have anything this lovely, ever again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
It was easy to confirm it definitely had worked, in the aftermath. Mostly because he was actually able to leave the house. And once he was gone, he didn’t immediately come back. Instead, he texted her a picture of himself in his ramshackle home, with a thumbs-up.
Though she would have known it anyway, even without the evidence.
Everything felt much clearer. Less fraught than it had seemed as she’d laid beneath him. She could think straight enough to accomplish tasks she hadn’t been able to while in the middle of a sex fog. Like shop for groceries, and replenish the potions that kept the Jerks away, and make sure Nancy was not too traumatized by what she’d seen the other day.
