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“Jesus fuck,” I chant as I give her a few slow, deep strokes. “Jesus. Fuck.”

She wails below me, her cheek on her sheet, one of her hands already having found a way underneath her belly to her clit.

I feel like I’m tearing fistfuls of her bottom. I’m gripping and spreading and pushing pushing, hearing loud slurping sounds because she’s so wet, so fucking wet all over, my balls slapping against her cunt, and I fuck fuck fuck her, not sure what’s leading me, her cries louder, “Joe... God... Yes... Fuck... Yes!” and this time when she actually screams and clamps on my dick, clenching quivering throbbing, I can’t hold on any longer, there’s a surge of pressure in the back of my neck and at the base of my spine and I squeeze my ass and fuck, the knot behind my balls explodes in release, a wave of pulsing pleasure spreading from my groin through my body, and my dick jerks jerks jerks again as I keep thrusting into Liz’s whimpering form, hot and flushed and sweaty and buried into the sheets.

“Fuck. Me,” she finally whispers.

“Give me maybe ten minutes,” I joke, trying to pretend I’m not completely out of breath.

With her face mostly buried in the mattress, she chuckles and swats blindly behind her back, slapping me on the forearm, my hands still resting on her hips.

“You okay?” I ask as blood returns to my head and I can again form coherent sentences. I’m still buried inside her, and not softening very fast. “I got a little carried away there in the end. Was it too rough?”

“God, no.” She says, also sounding a little more human. Her head is still on the sheet, mouth to the side. “It was so good. So good.”

I slap her gently on the ass. “I thought so, too.”

“I’d never had someone go all caveman on me like that,” she says. “I loved it.”

I feel a surge of pride and give Liz’s ex a finger in my mind.

“You have no idea how sexy you are.” I lean over to stroke her back all the way to her shoulders and neck. “You’re made for fucking.”

She chuckles and buries her nose in the bed. It’s adorable that she seems shy right now.

I pull out of her slowly. The cream pie is going to end up all over her comforter if I don’t do something quickly. “Don’t move,” I say. “Let me get something to clean you up.”

“I don’t think I can move,” she says. “My ass will just have to stay up like this forever.”

Chuckling, I go to the bathroom and bring back a wet towel. I can see my semen leaking from her pussy and my inner Neanderthal swells with possessive pride as I clean her up. She is mine. Mine to fuck and mine to take care of. Mine.

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Chapter Eighteen

Liz

After he’s fucked me into next week, Joe cleans me up, and the combined experience feels so earthy, so carnal, that my whole body clenches as if to say, More. More of this. Fucking own me.

“Thanks for cleaning me up,” I whisper. “That’s ... another first for me.” I’m still not moving. Is it weird that I’m not moving? How long is it okay to stay on your knees with your ass up in the air before it becomes weird?

Joe sits next to me, on the edge of my bed. “While I’m very glad to have a bunch of firsts with you, I’m really sorry that douchebag you almost married hasn’t done things that, honestly, I always thought were pretty standard.”

“Can I ask you something?” I ask.

“Sure.”

“Could you maybe fuck me like this again—”

He grins. “Anytime you like.”

“But, like, even harder? And maybe use your belt?”

His back stiffens. “You want me to use my belt?”

“Yeah. To maybe tie my hands behind my back.” I move my hands to the small of my back. I’m still face down, ass up, kneeling beside him at the edge of the bed.

His eyes bulge out and he rubs his head. “Jesus Christ. Yes. Yes, I could definitely do that.” He looks down at his crotch. “And probably sooner than you think.”