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“Please, Austin, I’ll do anything. Just let me come.”

The pressure is at its peak—a few more rolls, and I’ll be done for.

He pinches my left nipple hard as his teeth graze over the right. “That’s it, Killer. Milk my cock and take what’s yours. Claim me. Come for me now.”

I dig my nails into his chest, leaning my head back as far as I can, desperate to spread the pleasure throughout my body. Then it hits: the stark warnings have been there all along, but there's no way I could prepare for the realities of the pleasure hitting me.

“Yes, Austin. Austin, please don’t stop, please . . .”

“Fuck, Olivia.” He thrusts into me as I cry out, the waves of my orgasm flooding through my body. My pussy squeezes him, eagerly gripping his hungry cock.

I lift and slam back down, over and over and over. I’m leaning right over him, my weight on his chest. I lift my hips, letting my pussy slide up his length, before pushing back down.

“Yes. Yes, that’s it. Keep lifting like that. Quicker baby, quicker for me.” He’s begging too.

I lift, slide, and slam repeatedly. His hands have moved back to my hips, assisting with the continuous flow of movement. He’s practically using me like a toy to thrust into, and the thought makes me giddy. The head of The Unseen is usingmeto pleasure himself.

The slide of the head of his cock is hitting against my textured spot inside, and it’s building yet another ball of warmth inside me.

“I’m close, baby, I’m so fucking close. Keep fucking going, just like that.” He’s practically whimpering.

“Austin, I’m gonna . . . I think I’m gonna . . .”

“Yes. Come. Come right now, baby, come for me.”

My second orgasm thunders through me, my hips thrust desperately, eager to please him. Suddenly, he’s roaring in my ear, his head thrown back into the silky pillow as his hips continue to twitch up into me. I’m damp and sticky and feeling so goddamn full. I slow the roll of my hips, a wonderful ache warming me. I don’t want to climb off him yet, so I fold down onto his chest. Squeezing him one final time.

We lie there, allowing our lungs to catch up with what’s just happened. I’ve never,I mean never, had sex likethat before. The dirty talk, the control he has over me, is all-encompassing.

“Olivia.”

“Yes?”

“What the fuck was that?”

I giggle, lifting my head from his chest. “What do you mean?” I ask innocently.

“You’re a witch. It’s the only explanation,” he mutters. “That’s why I let you kidnap me. I’m powerless against you.”

He presses between my ribs, and I squirm, my muscles tightening.

We both still.

“Killer?”

“Yes?”

“Did you just—”

“Please don’t say it!” I squeal, burying my head into his chest. The tickling makes me squeeze my muscles, including my Kegels. I feel the aftermath of his arousal squeezing out of me and down his dick.

“God, you’re fucking sexy.” He kisses me hard, cradling my face with one hand before squeezing my ribs again.

I jump as fast as a deer running across the road, and I think I sound like one, too. I pull myself off him and roll to the side. He groans as I squeeze, the mess slipping down my thighs.

“Bad girl. I was enjoying that.” He kisses the end of my nose. “Let me get you cleaned up. Two seconds.”

“It’s okay. I should pee anyway.”