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“Feel me fucking your tight cunt,” I growled as I withdrew and slammed back in.

“I do. I… Do…” She could barely breathe, let alone speak. I didn’t wait to set up a punishing pace of her taking me as far as she could. Over and over, I rammed into her. My balls were already drawing up tight. I was on the verge of exploding.

Keeping a firm grip on her legs, I kept her splayed open so I could watch my dick disappear into her. Suctioning sounds of the natural lube between us competed with the music of her panting and moaning.

I would never forget it. The sight of her taking me hard and fast like this was a vision I planned to take to the fucking grave. Of her cunt wrapped around me. Of her breasts jiggling and bouncing so fast. Of her mouth opening in a perfect O as she tensed then crashed.

She came with a cry, watching me with that turbulent storm of desire and loathing.

Now wasn’t the time to debate whether this was an accident or a mistake.

She felt too good, too perfect of a fit.

I gave up and came. My control snapped as I whipped my hips twice more and shot my cum into her. Every drop. All my seed. She took it all as she caught her breath and trembled beneath me.

On a heavy exhale, I dropped. Collapsing on top of her, I willed my heart to slow down as I covered her and closed my eyes.

I felt all over her, her inner muscles still fluttering and clenching around my dick.

I felt her.

And I couldn’t help but think about how much my need for her would likely never end.

14

WREN

Iwoke up in Viktor’s bed. The soft, plush mattress and satiny sheets gave it away that I was not on the sofa that I had been resting on during my “stay” here.

What really clued me into something being different this morning was the presence of his hand on me. Sluggish and not in the mood to get up at all, I took a moment to realize that he was touching me.

The path of his big, callused hand between my legs tricked me into giving up on the chance to dream and sleep in. The steady pressure of his fingers curling and stroking inside me spurned me to wake up even faster. And the friction of his thumb rubbing around my clit had me jerking into consciousness immediately as I lay on my side, him spooning me.

I gasped. Arching back into him, I woke up to the realization that I had been humping my ass against his morning wood.

He noticed that I was awake now, because he positioned his thick dick into my wet entrance, then brought his hand up higher. His fingers were smeared and coated with my arousal, leaving a trail of the slickness as he roughly rubbed and flicked at my nipple.

“Oh, fuck.” I swallowed a groan after that quiet curse. I reached my hand up to grab the back of his head. Thrusting back into him while he rammed his dick deep inside me, I savored the naughty burn of him filling me and stretching me wide again. I was sore from taking him twice last night, but I was already too far into wanting him again.

Into needing him right now.

I threaded my fingers through his long hair, gripping it as much as I could while he leaned up over me and stole my lips in a torrid kiss. The scrape of his beard against my cheek reminded me that I was still raw from the whisper burn of his facial hair from last night, but just like the demanding pressure of his fucking me with that long, thick dick, I embraced it.

I didn’t think.

I felt him.

There was nothing to assess, ascertain, or act on.

“Morning, Red,” he growled in between his hard pounds into me.

“It’s… not… a bad… one.”

He curled his fingers on my breast, holding me in place as he rutted me like a beast.

“It’s going to be a busy one,” he warned.

I was so close. Almost there. The tension banding through my stomach heralded yet another strong orgasm, and I prayed that Lurch wasn’t close enough to overhear.