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She bounced slightly, my knot parting her wider.

“Fuck.” I dug my fingers into her thigh. She threaded her fingers into mine, like she could use that for leverage. “I want to come so deep inside you. You want to come too? Take all of me.”

A scream caught in her throat as my knot slipped past that tight ring of muscles. Her eyes fluttered. I felt her body tighten in waves around me. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I reached for her neck and squeezed, not hard, just enough for her to feel owned. My thumb pressed against her clit. She jumped, but my knot was deep in her.

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want my cum.” Her eyes flew open as I circled her clit.

She shuddered again and again, her voice lost in moans and gasps.

“That’s it. You want to be a good cum slut, don’t you?” She went feral at that, her fingers joining mine on her clit. Shesagged, my hand on her neck the only thing keeping her up as she practically convulsed. I thrust my hips, bucking into her even deeper.

“Fu…” That was all I could get out before my orgasm ripped through me like a lightning bolt. I could feel jet after jet pumping into her. She collapsed onto my chest and it was my turn to thrash. Her body was pulsing around me, making me more sensitive, squeezing every drop out of me, until I was a quivering mess too.

I kissed the top of her head as we both tried to remember how to breathe.

***

I cursed under my breath as my alarm trilled. I had been awake for a while, watching Mackenzie sleep and straining not to move a muscle. The second I realized I was still inside her, she was still warming my cock, I got instantly hard. Discovering she might have a cum fetish was one thing, somnophilia was not something she had previously discussed, let alone consented to. I did my best not to move a muscle.

Her face wrinkled up when the sound of the alarm finally broke through. She groaned and moved to roll on her back. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight to me.

“Oh god,” her voice was scratchy. “Are you…” the rest of that got lost in a moan.

She hooked her leg over my hip and rocked.

“Fuck,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. I felt her nod.

I rolled her onto her back and fucked her slowly, until we were both sweaty, gasping and satisfied. We ended with her curled on my chest, still deep inside her. She lifted her head and beamed at me.

“Good morning.” I kissed her forehead.

“Mmmm. I guess we should get up.”

“Do we have to?”

“I’m covered in slick. We probably should shower.”

“I’ll have all day to make you sticky again.”

“Ok. Give me a second,” she said, like she was bracing herself. She eased forward, letting my cock slip from her. She came again, panting in my arms.

Once she caught her breath again, she picked her head up.

“See what happens when you ask for what you need?”

She rolled her eyes, groaned, and rolled off me, dragging me by the wrist to the bathroom to shower.

THEO

“No, no,” Justice grabbed my fist. “The power comes from your hips. Non-dominant foot forward. The movement starts here. Your shoulders follow, and all that energy goes through your arm as you extend and into your fist. Try again.”

I shook out my arm, then raised my fists and stepped into the punch.

“You’re still punching with just your arm,” Ren said, circling around me. “Here.” He positioned himself behind me, placed his hands on my hips, and turned them slightly. “When you throw the punch, twist here.” He demonstrated the motion, rotating my hips the right way. “Feel that?”

I nodded, trying to absorb the mechanics of it.