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S arah

I’m on my knees in front of Boyd.

My ass is raised like a good girl, and trickles of arousal are running down my thighs.

I’m ready to be claimed .

“What is it you said?” he asks, moving behind me and rubbing his fingers along my folds. “You want Big Boyd to be the first one to claim you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, grinding myself against his fingers.

“Your pretty little pussy is so fucking tight,” he muses, pushing one of his thick fingers into my entrance. “I bet you’ve been dying to have it fucked, haven’t you?”

“I’m dying for it right now,” I groan, trying to force his finger deeper, but he pulls away.

“Not for much longer,” he says, guiding the head of his enormous cock to my tight channel.

Boyd holds my hips steady with a firm grip. My fingernails dig into the bedspread until it’s clenched in my fists when I feel Boyd pushing into me. I raise my ass higher, whimpering as I’m stretched around his incredible girth.

“A pussy this tight should be fucked every single day,” he growls, breaking my hymen with a firm thrust.

“Fuck!” I squeal, leaning my forehead against the mattress as I process the sting from him tearing through my innocence.

“And now that you’re mine,” he rasps, pushing deep, “it will be.”

The discomfort only lasts for a moment. I’m so wet that Boyd has no trouble pushing deeper and stretching my tight walls. My body adjusts to his size, and I open up for him, blooming like a flower after the first storms of spring.

I’m not sure which is more intense: the thunder in my chest or the fullness I feel when he goes even deeper. I gasp when he pulls back and gasp louder when a quick thrust causes my walls to clench. Boyd’s fingers tighten on my hips in response, and he nudges his inches deeper.

“I can feel how much you want this,” he murmurs, his cock throbbing against my walls. “I bet you can feel how much I want it, too.”

“Y-yes,” I stammer out, my body getting tense when another thrust claims me.

Boyd keeps thrusting and throbbing, going a little deeper each time while I get more comfortable with the sensation and fullness. When I feel his pelvis against my well-spanked ass, a loud groan is forced from my throat, and I push back against him.

This feels right. So right, it makes me feel complete, like this is the missing piece to every puzzle that makes up my life.

It’s the heat of the moment, and I realize that, but the feeling still lingers.

It toys with my mind as Boyd digs his fingers into my hips and pulls back for another thrust. I take it with a gasp and meet his next one with a quick jerk of my hips.

“You were made to be mine, Sarah,” he growls. “Made to bring excitement back to my miserable fucking life.”

“Boyd…” I groan, feeling his thrusts get faster. “Oh, sweet mercy! Big Boyd!”

“Damn right,” he growls louder, the sound rumbling through his body until I feel it in my core. “So big that I’m going to have to come multiple times before I can pull out of this tight fucking pussy.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, feeling my g-spot blossom just like the rest of my flower. “Oh, wow!”

Boyd’s thrusts get harder and faster. I’m reduced to a moaning, mewling, arousal-drenched mess with my face against the mattress.

Boyd’s right hand tightens on my hip. His other one moves along my back until he’s pushing on the back of my neck.

He holds me steady, so that I can’t move, and unleashes his fury.

Hard, bone-rattling thrusts get driven into me.

Sweet pulses of bliss radiate from my core and cause pressure to build deep inside my body.

This is different from the pleasure I felt from his tongue—much different from what I felt when I was teasing myself with my finger.

This is like an explosion of grandeur mixed with the best feeling imaginable. I’ve never felt anything like it.

Is this what it means to be his? To feel his roughness owning and dominating me. To give him parts of my body I never imagined giving anyone. To let go of a little freedom, so that I always feel this full and complete, every single day.

The fullness goes deeper than the hard cock pounding into me and sending pleasure shooting through my veins while my heart thunders in my chest. I’ve felt empty in a lot of ways.

An empty spot beside me, where Lea used to always be.

An emptiness in my soul that no deity seems capable of filling.

An empty life, always missing something, even though I wasn’t sure what it was.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, biting down on the bedspread.

“Come for me, little girl,” he demands. “That’s what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” I yell, my voice muffled by the bunched fabric in my mouth.

The pressure has turned into an ache. I need a release so badly my eyes are watering. Boyd’s thick length goes deep and stays there while he drives himself into my g-spot. I manage several gasps and groans before the pleasure consumes me.

Then I come.

Hard .

“Oh, sweet mercy!” I scream. “Boyd!”

“Thought it was Big Boyd,” he chuckles, slapping my ass so hard it causes the pleasure to spike straight to the peak of bliss.

“Big Boyd! Really Big Boyd!” I scream louder.

Boyd keeps a tight grip on my hip and the back of my neck while he slams his cock into my trembling body.

The orgasm seems to drag on, like there’s no cliff in sight for this incredible peak.

I melt into bliss with my core clenching and releasing shockwaves of euphoria with every throb against my g-spot.

Then I come again.

This eruption of pleasure is so intense my vision goes white. My breath stops. The peak soars higher until I’m floating past the clouds. I experience heavenly joy for the first time in my life, and there is no deity waiting for me. Just a big, thick cock that isn’t slowing down.

Finally, I can breathe.

I scream things I’ve never said. Feel things that were completely unimaginable when I left Pine Grove in hopes of keeping my life spinning. It’s spinning out of control now. Everything is. Even my heart feels like it’s spinning with each thunderous beat.

Orgasm after orgasm lay waste to the freedom I savored so much. The adrenaline and dopamine blend together until I can taste it on every gasp. I’m his . There’s no doubt in my mind. Boyd has claimed me, marked me, and turned my body in a pleasure-soaked paradise only he can touch.

Nobody else could make me feel this way.

“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Boyd grunts and his thrusts get erratic, slamming into me with so much fury my body tenses with more pressure.

“Ah!” I scream, feeling him swell inside me as he gets close to his climax.

Boyd’s erratic, powerful thrusts send me over the edge again.

I’m so overcome with pleasure it’s hard to tell if I’ve been coming for minutes or hours.

But I feel him . His thick cock shudders, throbs, and then he erupts inside me.

His hot seed fills me with warmth and his pulsations against my g-spot force another orgasm to rip through my body.

“I need more,” he snarls, picking up speed, even though it feels like he’s spent. “So fucking much more.”

His cock hardens again after a few quick strokes, and I hover close to another beautiful release. I have no control over it. The only thing I can do is take it, so I do, screaming his name as more orgasms quake through my body.

But Boyd wants more, so he takes them from me, just like I’m taking his hard, throbbing dick. My body is no longer my own. It’s an extension of Big Boyd—an extension he seems rather fond of.

Especially right now.

“I-I… Oh, sweet mercy! Sweet mercy!” I scream.

“No mercy for you, little girl,” he hisses. “None at all.”

Boyd slaps my ass several times, then moves both hands to my hips and drives himself into me so hard I’m sure I’ll have bruises, but I wouldn’t ask him to stop if he tore me wide open. I don’t want any mercy, despite what I said. I want every bit of his roughness and dominance.

And that’s exactly what I get.

Boyd fucks me like he can’t get enough of me. I’m so spent I’m almost numb, but his ravenous appetite for more is as big as the man himself.

I feel him getting close, and as soon as my orgasm meets his, I don’t have to wonder if he’s done. He’s not. He doesn’t even miss a beat and keeps hammering his length into me while I make sure a lot of people in the rooms around us don’t get a moment of peace with my writhing, screaming pleasure.

I guess that isn’t unusual in a city painted with sin. I’m one of the sinners now. Tainted beyond any deity’s reach. Caught in the clutches of Big Mafia Boyd. Where is this going? It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is this moment—right now. The best moment of my life.

“Oh, I can’t… Not again!” I shake so hard my body thunders harder than my heart as another orgasm is ripped out of my core.

“Fuck, yes, again,” he orders. “I’m far from finished with you. You haven’t even started begging yet.”

Boyd fills me with more hot seed and his movements slow. I dare to take a deep breath as I come down from the incredible peak. Then I feel his fingers in my wetness, and he traces his way to my bottom hole. He rubs the tight ring, and I tense up.

“Boyd, I’m… I’m not sure about this part,” I whisper, a flicker of fear radiating through the bliss.

“I’m sure,” he rasps, then he pushes his finger past the ring. “Now be a good girl and beg for me to fuck your ass or I’m going to leave some handprints on it that will still be there tomorrow.”

“Oh, sweet mercy, oh, jeez,” I whimper, feeling the pressure as his finger goes deeper.

I’m still unsure, but I know what Boyd wants. What he’s demanding of me. I don’t know how to resist or say no, so I do the only thing I can.

I beg.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please fuck my ass.”

“Good girl,” he praises, then he starts pumping his finger into my tightest hole while his cock hardens inside my pussy.

Despite the urgency in his demand, he takes his time to make sure I’m ready. I get used to one finger before the second one pushes in. It makes me gasp, but it doesn’t hurt, and the arousal slowly begins to build inside me until I seem to be craving it as much as him.

“Please do it now,” I beg, pushing back against the penetration. “Please fuck my ass.”

Boyd gently pulls his fingers free and then I get a rush of emptiness as he yanks his cock out of my pussy and guides it to the only part of my body he hasn’t claimed.

“Oh! Ah!” I groan as he pushes into my ass.

“All fucking mine,” he says, slowly sinking into my bottom hole.

My fingers tighten on the bedspread again. I tense up, but do my best to relax. Boyd is careful, but determined, and when he’s all the way in, I feel an entirely different kind of fullness. It’s not unpleasant, but there is no pleasure, even when he starts to gently nudge his hardness into me.

“I didn’t tell you to stop begging,” he snaps.

I repeat the words he wants to hear, and his thrusts get a little harder. I take them with winces and groans until he gets a rhythm going. The rhythm brings a hint of pleasure as the vibrations tease my walls. I keep begging and he keeps building up speed.

“Oh… oh, wow,” I mutter, feeling the trembles of pleasure build. “Please… don’t stop!”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, driving himself into me even harder. “Now I want you to come for me.”

“I don’t think I can,” I whimper.

But Boyd’s throbs of excitement make the trembles of pleasure intensify until I’m panting from the heat radiating from my core. I should be spent. There should be nothing left. But Boyd finds enough to make the pressure build until I’m dancing on the edge of another orgasm.

“I didn’t expect to come from this!” I cry out.

“You’ll come from sucking my cock, if I tell you to,” he rasps, letting go of one hip and spanking me a few times. “I’ll even make you come from a spanking, if I think you really deserve to be punished.”

“I want to say that… fuck. Isn’t possible, but…” I don’t finish my sentence because I erupt with a throat-rattling volley of Big Boyds as I come.

Then he comes while I’m practically screaming, and my abdomen buckles with another one, too.

It almost feels like an out of body experience.

I’m above the bed, looking down at my exhausted, spent frame. Big Boyd is deep inside me, and I can see how much he’s pushed me to my absolute limit. Or well past it. I’m not even sure right now. Everything feels numb, because I’m corporeal in the air, looking at the scene through wide eyes.

I’m a true-crime-junkie-slash-true-crime - podcaster and I just got fucked out of my body by Big Mafia Boyd. The guy who says I’m his .

Right now, I’m his broken doll, a bag of bones on a mattress at the Salvalagio Hotel and Casino. A ghost of who I used to be, settling back into my body.

I feel my fingers again.

I’m on his breath. He’s on mine. I’ve panted and gasped away all the strawberries and cream. My mouth just tastes like him.

And I agreed to be his . With no understanding of what that truly means. A flutter that flickered and danced in the flames until I was on fire.

His?

I keep saying my life isn’t there yet.

Maybe I’m there, right now, on an extended stay in Las Vegas.

The flutter seems to think so.