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She whimpers when I reach around to grab her ass, wrenching her up against my next thrust. Her fingers slide against the sweat on my shoulders, nails digging in for purchase instead. The sting of pain sharpens my awareness of everything. Her little whimpers. The heat of her pussy. The slickness of it as I pound into her small, soft body, feeling it give and greet, so fucking open for me.

I flatten my hand on her chest, dragging it between her tits as I draw in and out. I think about how she showed up for me tonight. Sexy and strong. It was an offering, and I wonder if she realizes that. A sacrifice in front of her tribe.

I guide my hand lower, over her belly, past her bikini top bunched around her waist, down to the slick, hot nub between her legs. I brush my thumb over her clit, and her back straightens, hand gripping my shoulder.

“Yeah,” she gasps, her breath ragged across my jaw. “Don’t–don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop.”

The plea just makes me drive into her harder, tasting the salt of her sweat as I duck down to suck at her neck. Her pussy tightens around me, clenching every time I touch that little delicate spot, like she wants to hold onto me forever.

I don’t have forever. I’m two seconds from spilling my load.

I reach up to grasp her chin, panting into her mouth. “You gonna come for me?” The words emerge curt and raw, and her nails dig in deeper.

“You gonna let me?”

A short, mangled laugh bursts from my throat, becausefuck. This girl may not know who the man is under the tough, marked skin, but she knows my cock and my ways.

“Just this once.” I drive in deep, continuing to rub against her.

She rises up, pressing her chest against mine, and for the shortest, brightest moment, the two of us feel like one body, writhing our way toward ecstasy. I wait for her to cry out her own release–pussy clenching wildly around me, back arching–before letting go of my own.

It’s the first time the thought really strikes me.

Maybe the first time I allow it to.

I clutch her close as my cock twitches with the first wave. “Gonna make you so fucking full,” I growl, feeling her grow wetter with my cum. She sobs out a needy sound and it makes me push deeper, abandoning her clit to palm at her stomach, as if I could feel it growing. My whisper tumbles into her ear, mindless and primal. “You’re gonna be so round by the time I’m done with you. Do you feel that?” I ask, cock surging with wave after wave of hot cum. “Do you feel me putting my baby into you?”

She releases another long, strained whimper, her heels digging into my ass as she pulls me closer.

It goes on forever, my muscles flexing with every new swell of my release. It’s only been a week since my last nut, but it seems like I’ve been saving it for years with how much I give her.

When it finally ends, I feel completely wrung out, too numb to feel much more than the drag of her fingers against my shoulders as I pull out. I know from experience my cum is streaming out of her, so I make a perfunctory effort to push it back in, wishing there were enough light in here to see the way her eyes flutter when I bury three fingers into her gushing cunt.

She shudders, reaching out to catch my wrist as her knees snap shut. “Stop,” she gasps, flinching. “Too–too sensitive.” Pausing, I pull my hand back and she stands, leaning into me for support.

I feel her reach upward, but I don’t know what she’s doing until I hear a click, the little closet suddenly exploding with painful brightness.

“Shit!” I hiss, staggering into a shelf as I cover my eyes. “Fucking warn a guy!”

Through my fingers, I see her wide green eyes blink back at me. “Oh my god, your knuckles.” She grabs my wrist, prying it away from my squinting eyes. “Who the hell wrapped these?”

The light stabs like an ice pick through my temples, and it takes me a long moment to adjust, making out the vivid flush of her cheeks. “Wicker did.”

She holds my hands in her palms, gaping at his work. “It’s all wrong! Look at all these wrinkles in the tape, and he didn’t even get between your fingers. You could have broken something!” When she plucks at the bloody wraps, I wince, and her mouth pulls down. “Maybe you did break something.”

“It’s fine,” I say, tugging my hands back. That’s when my eyes drop to her thighs, still bare. There’s a dark streak of blood on the inside, and for a second, I wonder if she’s still on her rag. Then I see the crimson smudges over her tits, realizing it’s not her blood.

It’s mine.

Or Maddox’s.

My cum is dripping down her leg.

The blush on her face deepens as she follows my gaze, crouching to swipe the roll of paper towels from the floor. “Come with me.”

The locker roomis bigger than the closet, but at least the light is dim as she leads me through the door, marching me up to the first shower stall. My first night with her, she looked close to bitter, humiliated tears at the mere thought of having to expose her pussy to me. Now, she undresses perfunctorily, shucking off her shorts and stockings before unfastening the bikini top.

My dick gives a feeble twitch as I watch her lean in to turn the shower knob. Water sputters out and she tests the temperature, frowning. “Why do you come so much?” She glances down at her inner thigh, which is glistening with more of my dripping release.