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I shook my head, snarling as she fucked herself on my tongue.

Ainsley’s fingers tightened in my hair, pulling and ripping at my scalp until a shattered scream left her. She threw her head back, her body bowing on the table. A gush of liquid sprayed into my mouth and it only made the groans and growls leaving me that more pronounced.

Not wanting this moment to end, I shoved to my feet, pushing her knees higher toward her chest.

She cried out, her thighs trying to close around my head. But I wouldn’t let them. I wasn’t stopping until she came again for me.

Until then, I was going to enjoy every single inch of her pussy.

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(Ainsley)

The second orgasm slammedinto me. I had never felt anything like it. Not even when Cyrus had fucked me the handful of times before. This was more. It was intense, leaving my lips on a harsh scream for the second time that night.

I never expected that I could have a release that way. Not after part of me had been mutilated.

So many different emotions suddenly hit me. They weighed me down and sat on my shoulders until a sob left me.

I covered my face, the impact of the release forcing tears from the corners of my eyes.

Heavy arms wrapped around me, lifting me off the table.

I was vaguely aware that I was being moved but I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the sobs wracking through me.

“I got you, pet,” Cyrus said gently, running his hands in circles over my upper back.

The cries subsided. Now I just felt exhausted. I was confused as to why I could cry when the orgasms had been nothing but amazing.

Sitting up, I wiped my face and saw that we were sitting on the couch. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“That’s the third time you spoke to me tonight,” he pointed out.

I gave him a small smile, shrugging.Are you going to ask me why I cried?

“Nope.” He shook his head. “You can tell me if you want but you don’t have to.”