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“Oh! Oh, god!” I shout through the pleasure as Eli squeezes me just right.

“Scream my name, not god’s,” Eli whispers in my ear as he milks me dry.

“You are a fucking god,” I tell him honestly. “A vengeful god, not a monster.”

“Fuck, you do love to open wide and worship me,” he laughs a second before his teeth pierce my skin where my shoulder and throat meet. Behind me he goes still and growls, shuddering through his own release, filling me up with the hot seed as if he’s been saving it up just to watch as much as possible drip out of me.

His hips buck a few times before he slumps against my back. Then, removing his palm from my dick, he holds it up and licks it clean over my shoulder.

“Can’t let a drop go to waste,” he says. Once he’s done, he hugs me to his chest and asks, “Well?”

“Well, what? Are you asking me if I want to bottom for you again? If so, the answer is hell yes.”

“Would you let me fuck you in front of Maddie?”

“Yes.”

“Liar,” Eli says, giving my dick a slap.

“Fine. I guess it depends.”

“On what?”

“On how she feels about it.”

“Whatever,” he huffs, as if that wasn’t the answer he wanted. “Can you stretch your legs out in front of you?”

“I don’t know if I still have legs,” I reply. “Why?”

His palm strokes up my stomach to my chest, then back down to cup my balls. “Because after I clean you up, I want to ride your dick.”

Chuckling, I tell him, “You know you can do whatever you want with me, and I can’t stop you, but that sounds fucking amazing.”

Eli does as promised. He completely undresses me from the waist down, slices through my tee, and gives me a sponge bath all over, put a little deodorant on me, which I try not to take offense to, and then sits on my lap after barely lubing up my cock. He enjoys the pain, and I enjoyed how damn tight his ass was.

Just as much though, I liked how he clutched my face between his hands and kissed me the whole time he moved on me, slow and deliciously rather than racing to the finish line.

If the first time was him owning me, the second time was him cherishing me.

But as soon as we both finished, he cleaned us up with the sponge bath water without a word, got dressed, and left me sitting half-naked on the floor.

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Maddie

I’ve just finished my shower and climbed into bed when my bedroom door softly opens and then closes again. I sit up in the darkness and easily recognize his shape and size.

“Eli?” I whisper. “You really do want Daddy to kill you.”

“I wanted to see you,” he replies.

“You wanted to try again for sex.”

“That too,” he says, and I can hear the grin in his voice, the rustling of his clothes coming off. He then peels the covers over me back or tries to. I clutch them to me.

“I can’t. Not yet,” I tell him.

“You miss him, I know. You feel like you would be cheating on him, right?” he says as he slips into my bed.

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