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With a brutal groan, he starts coming in hot, jetting bursts.

They splash over my breasts and pool in the hollows of my throat and stomach, and he lifts up, slapping his cock over my tongue so he spills into my waiting mouth and all over my chin.

He grips my hair and holds my head in place as he works his crown over my lips and into my mouth, his squeezing fist eking out each drop for me.

I’m squirming under him, my body frantic and disconnected and throbbing with a needy viciousness that brings tears to my eyes, but I moan as I lick him up, entirely focused on his dick. His cum. The pleasure crashing over his face.

He curses roughly, shuddering.

Finally, he edges forward a few inches, slipping over his own cum, so I have better access to his cock.

“Clean me up, pet,” he orders, sounding drunk, but I’m already floating on the pleasure of it.

My arms are still pinned, trapped by his heavy legs, so I just use my mouth, licking and sucking over his shaft that is barely softening. I drag my tongue over the vein until it pulses against me, and Dom hisses as I lap against the oversensitive flesh.

He lifts his cock and drags his balls over my mouth so I can suck those in too, as gently and thoroughly as I can. I kiss at the soft skin under them until he shoves his cock back in my mouth, and I keep suckling on him eagerly, intoxicated by all of it.

My own need spills out between my legs, staining the sheets, and his cum starts growing sticky on my chest, but I don’t stop until a rumbling hum of pleasure starts up deep in his chest.

I don’t need to be fucked again.

I could live and die with his cock in my mouth.

Finally, he gets off me.

“That eager fucking mouth, Eden. You could rouse the dead,” he grits out.

Then he grasps my hips and drags me down the bed until my ass hangs off the edge. He’s staring at my pussy, and my fuzzy mind explodes into overdrive.

I sit up, stunned. “ Again ?”

The question comes out high and shocked, and Dom’s face flares into heated life.

In one second, he has me flipped onto my stomach, and his hand claps down on my ass with brutal, bruising force. When I flinch, crying out, he presses a pitiless hand to the center of my back, shoving me down, then spanks me three more times, each one harder than the last.

I yelp in surprise and at the stinging, delicious pain, but halt my squirms just in time.

I’m too far gone for anything he does to me to feel anything but good.

“That was rule three and rule four,” he bites out. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t spank your ass raw and leave you like this.”

“Thank you, sir,” I choke out, remembering his request by the river. My face is buried in the sheets, and I feel his cum everywhere. “I... I don’t have a reason.” Miserably, I add, “I’m yours to leave however you want to leave me.”

I breathe shakily into the sheets. My clit pulses, my empty pussy aching as the sting melts into heavy, throbbing heat.

I can take some more spanks. If I end this night with a burning ass and an aching pussy, wrapped around Dom, it’s still one of the best nights of my life.

I catch my breath, waiting for the next stinging blow.

But this time, when Dom’s hand comes down on my ass, it’s to soothe over the sting, and my suspended breath trembles out.

“You’re not even trying to weasel your way out of it, are you?” he mutters, and tenderness throbs in his voice as he flips me over onto my back.

His flushed face is stern as he looks down at me, but he can’t hide the softness in his eyes as he runs them down my body.

“Don’t talk, pet. Don’t make me remind you again.

” He dips a finger into my pussy, fucking me with it slowly.

He doesn’t touch my clit, just rubs inside me.

“I’ll fuck you as many times as I want, Eden.

” His next smile is dry. “I’ll be nice and put your shock down to the other assholes’ performances and not mine. ”

I melt, shuddering, into the bed, and my pussy takes another finger from him, then another, and he watches my face as he pumps them into me, his gaze growing hot.

Then Dom hauls me back up the bed, crawling over my body until his cock settles between my thighs. He reaches down, running the crown briefly over my clit before he notches himself at my entrance, then he kisses me again, his mouth hard and drugging.

Grasping my hand, he brings it down to his chest, and I sigh my gratitude against his lips. My fingers rub through his rough hair, tingling at his heat and texture and at all the touch I’ve been deprived of.

Dom tilts my chin up so I arch against his body. “Touch where you can reach, but don’t get in my way,” he warns. “Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I agree in a husky rush, greedily running my hands over his arms and pausing to grip the back of his corded neck. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.”

The sir s and thank yous put a light in his eyes, and he snorts softly as I rub my hands over his chest.

Dom begins to press into my pussy with slow, inexorable force. I arch into the thrust, not completely able to hold myself still—not for this. My body is humiliatingly ready, and he’s still a strain to take as he pushes past my panicky walls.

My mouth falls open as he fucks into me once, rocking lazily.

His elbows settle beside my shoulders, and he begins to toy with my hair, teasing the loose strands against my face and stroking my cheekbones. All the while, he watches my expressions with the same hot, tender severity.

Dom fucks into me slowly, leisurely, like he’s luxuriating in every inch of the obscene drag of his brutal cock through my cunt. His cum slips and sticks between us until I feel both cherished and degraded, used and fucked and adored.

Dom fucks me like that for a ruthlessly long time, making me ride the crest sobbing and squirming under his pinning cock while he strokes my face, murmuring sweet filth.

“This hole might be my favorite.”

“You’re so good to take me like this.”

“I’m going to fill you up, pet.”

“Do you want to come, too?”

That last one is a question, and I sob in tortured relief.

“Yes, sir, please. Please let me.”

My cunt clutches at him, but Dom only kisses me on the nose with a hot, dry smile, then draws back. He flattens one of my knees to the bed.

His next thrust slams in hard and deep and to the hilt, and I scream in desperate need.

My pussy is so wet, we slap wetly together, my pleasure coating and spilling around his cock.

He does it again, then again, fucking into me faster and deeper until I’m straining around him and struggling to take him so far into me, but he only holds me in place, making me take every thrust.

Dom groans, watching my face. “This cock is for you, little librarian. Take it.”

He leans back down over me, kissing me deep, then reaches down to stroke my clit, not letting up the brutal speed, and I grip the back of his neck desperately.

My nipples drag against his chest hair, and he’s everywhere, all around me as I squeeze around his cock.

He claps another hard hand against my ass, and suddenly, sharply, the strain transforms, avalanching into an orgasm so violent, I white out.

When I come to, it’s sobbing into his shoulder and with his hand in my hair, my pussy still spasming helplessly around him.

His whispers in my ear.

“I’m never letting you go. Not even if it kills me.”