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"It’s too much...oh God, it’s too much! I feel like I might pass out."

But Onyx doesn't stop. He continues pounding into me through my orgasm, prolonging it until the pleasure borders on pain.

"You're still going? I... I can't... but it feels so good... and it hurts so good." My voice is a mess of moans and breathless pleas.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck no... don’t stop… I don’t want it to stop."

"Again," he growls, his pace becoming almost punishing. "I want to feel you come again."

"I can't," I sob, even as my body responds to his demand. "It's too much."

"You can," he insists, his fingers working my clit. "And you will."

He's right. Despite thinking I couldn't possibly come again, I feel another orgasm building. This one is different. It's deeper, more intense, starting somewhere at my core and radiating outward.

"Oh god," I moan, as the pressure builds. "What's happening to me?"

"You're mine," he repeats, his voice strained as if he's fighting his own release. "Say it. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," I gasp, the words falling from my lips without thought. "I'm yours, Onyx."

“Oh my God… I’m gonna…” The words rip out of me just before everything explodes. “I’m coming!” I scream, my voice shattering as my body convulses under the force of it. “Shit…I’m so wet, I can’t stop!”

A gush of liquid floods from me, and I cry out again. “Did I just—fuck, I squirted…” I moan, half in shock, half in bliss.

Onyx growls behind me, his grip tightening on my hips. "Fuck...I’m gonna cum," he snarls, voice thick with need.

He pulls out fast, and I gasp at the sudden emptiness. "Stay just like that," he pants, jerking himself hard. "Let me see that perfect ass."

A beat later, he groans out a deep, animalistic sound and hot cum splashes across my lower back and my ass.

"Fuck… look what you do to me." he breathes, voice ragged.

He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the couch, his breath hot against my neck.

"Oh my god," I gasp, collapsing face-first onto the couch.

My entire body feels like jelly, and it's tingling with aftershocks that ripple through me with each breath. I've had orgasms before, but nothing-absolutely nothing-has ever felt like this. It's like every nerve in my body caught fire at once, then melted into pure bliss.

The burning heat that had consumed me is finally subsiding, leaving behind a pleasant warmth that spreads through my limbs.

"You, okay?" Onyx asks.

I can't even form words yet. I just make a sound that's somewhere between a moan and a laugh. My face is still pressed into the couch cushion, and I don't have the energy to move.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckles.

The couch shifts as he gets up. I hear him moving around, probably fixing his clothes. I should probably do the same, but my muscles refuse to cooperate. I'm completely spent.

With enormous effort, I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. My apartment looks different somehow, like I'm seeing it through new eyes. Or maybe I'm the one who's different now.

"Here," Onyx says, appearing beside me with a glass of water. "Drink this."

I push myself up on shaky arms and take the glass. The cool water feels amazing on my throat, and I drain it in seconds.

"Thank you," I say, my voice coming out hoarse. I must have been louder than I realized.