Page 98 of The Haunting Plot

“I felt the way your pussy fluttered when I did.”

He pulls back to the tip and thrusts in again hard. I reach for him, grabbing his shoulders as I wrap my arms around him, forcing him in deeper. “Yes. Like that. Need that.”

“I like it when you beg me.” His arms snake under my shoulders, and I lift slightly, pulling him closer.

“Just fuck me, moron.”

“Still begging, spitfire.”

I smile against his skin as his thrusts pick up, and my grip tightens on him. My skin tingles every place he touches. After years of being numb, feeling broken and hollow, I’m finally alive. And I don’t ever want it to end. “Don’t stop.”

“Couldn’t if I tried,” he grunts as he nuzzles into my neck. “I need you to come, Ray. You feel too good, and I’m so close.”

“I’m close too. Just keep doing that. Oh fuck, right there,” I moan as his finger circles my clit. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build. Pleasure pricks every cell of my body, consuming all of my senses as I let go and fall over the edge, squeezing him tight as I grind my hips against his finger while he pounds into me.

“Fuck. Oh fuck! Yes. Gonna fill you with my cum. Take it, take it, ughhnnn, fuuuuck,” he growls into my ear as his body shudders against me.

We collapse onto the mattress as his full weight presses onto me, and I let out a heavy sigh, my eyes squeezing shut. His cock is still twitching inside me.

“Shit, sorry,” he says, pushing up. “I don’t want to crush you.”

I tighten my arms around his neck, hauling him down. “Hold me.”

“Shit. You need aftercare, don’t you?”

I nod against him.

“What do you need?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I need you to cuddle me. I don’t normally need to be held, but it feels like my body wants yours. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Look at me, Ray.”

His eyes are twinkling when I peer up at him. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear you say that.” He leans down and kisses me, then rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m plastered to his side, one leg draped over him, the tip of his softening cock still nestled in my pussy.

My breathing evens out as I relax into him.

“I’ve never done this before.” His chest vibrates as he speaks, and I press my cheek against it as he continues. “I mean, I’ve spanked someone, but not like that. And I’ve talked dirty before, but not like that. You bring out this side of me that I want to explore, and I love that it turns you on so much.” His head pops up when I don’t respond. “It does turn you on, doesn’t it?”

“Very much so.”

He exhales. “Okay. Good.”

We lie there on the bed until his skin heats against mine and the sweat gathering forces me to detangle myself as I slide off his cock.

“Cuddle time is over?” He chuckles.

“It is.”

He pushes up on his elbow, an excited look on his face. “What do you need now? Water? Snacks? Words of praise?”

“Yes, please.”

The bed jostles as he climbs off and lumbers toward the bathroom. The faucet turns on and off as he fills a cup with water and pads back to the bed.

The house emits a loud clanging noise from deep in its underbelly, and I push up quickly, getting dizzy from the quick movement.

A wide-eyed Sawyer stares down at me, nearly spilling the cup as he hands it to me. “What the fuck was that?”