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Juliette

I sunk down onto the large, fake cock with a whimper.

“Like this, sir?”

“Perfect, Angel,” she cooed, her voice heady with pleasure.

The strap was attached to her, a low vibrating hum coming from the base.

Her face was flushed, the vibrations on her clit working her to another orgasm.

I didn't get the pleasure of seeing what Lux looked like when she was on the edge last time.

It was breathtaking. Seeing Lux in control was one thing, but seeing her as she slowly started to lose it was something else.

I committed it to memory, knowing that in just a few hours, we would be done here. This would never happen again.

I shifted my hips, trying to take more of the fake cock. The dildo was larger than any I’d ever taken, but the need to please her was stronger than any slight discomfort. We slathered it with lube, but my pussy was so sensitive from the multiple orgasms that I couldn’t help my slight whimpers.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” she said. I loved how breathy she got when she was getting close to her orgasm.

“No, I got it,” I assured her and spread my legs further on either side of her so I could sink down.

Her fingers found my clit, rubbing quick horizontal strokes over it.

I placed my hands on her chest, leaning forward, desperately trying to keep my moans down.

It was well past three in the morning, and after an all-night fuck fest, I was starting to lose whatever control over my vocal cords I’d had up until now.

Her quick fingers on my clit sent me spiraling. My pussy was clenching hard on the dildo until suddenly it loosened, and I slipped to the hilt.

“So fucking good, Angel,” she praised and moved her hands to my hips, showing me how to gyrate against her. “You’re so perfect. Made for me.”

I took over, finding a rhythm that had heat pooling in my belly. It got slicker and slicker between us, my wetness leaking down the toy allowing me to rock a bit harder.

It was too much. The pleasure was taking over my body and I didn't know how I could contain it all. But fuck, did I love it.

I loved how her praises felt like open-mouthed kisses across my overly sensitive skin. I loved how she seemed to know just how to push me in order to get me into one mind-blowing orgasm after the next.

“God, Lux, no one’s ever made me feel this way,” I confessed. It was the truth, and not some fake passionate words that someone blurted out in the throes of pleasure. When I thought back to the best fuck of my life, there was no comparison. No one ever came close to her.

She pulled herself up, holding onto me so she could push me back down into the bed. It was her turn to take control of the pacing.

I threw my head back as she fucked me deeper than anyone had before.

Her long, hard thrusts were knocking the breath out of me.

I was going to feel her the next day. A sick part of me wanted it.

I wanted to be lying in my bed, feeling the ache between my legs and knowing she was just a door away.

I wanted to look her in the eyes while I still felt my pussy pulsating from her assault.

Because after tonight, a memory was all I’d have. So I wanted it to linger as long as possible.

Her mouth found my neck. She licked up the sensitive column, and I found myself angling my head so she could get better access. Her teeth raked against my skin and pulled a desperate moan out of me.

The pain mixed so delightfully with the pleasure.

“Tell me how good I fuck you, Angel.”

“So good, sir,” I forced out. “So good. Ah— fuck .”

I was coming again, but Lux didn’t let up. She was pounding into me, our hips snapping together with a force that had me moving down the bed before her hands pushed down on my arms, steadying me.

“Tell me, Angel. Tell me how good this feels for you.”

“I love it when you fuck me, sir. I love feeling you inside me. God, harder. Fuck me harder, sir. Please. Please. ”

“Fuck, I’m coming again,” she groaned. “Your begging is intoxicating.”

“I want to please you, sir,” I forced out as she thrust again and again at a frenzied pace. ”I want you to use me. However you want. I want to be your perfect little fuck toy. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. Lux… Sir. Again. I’m coming ag?—“

I couldn’t finish as another surprise orgasm had me in its claws.

Her mouth was on my nipple. I whimpered in protest, my body overstimulated.

“You are my perfect little fuck toy, Angel,” she groaned. “So obedient. Turn around, ass up. You’re not done.”

When she pulled out of me, I felt strangely empty. I flipped over, pushing my ass up for her and spreading my legs.

“Fuck me harder, sir,” I pleaded, pushing my head into the soft bedding. “I want more.”

Her hands were on my hips, forcing me back onto the fake cock without much more pleading.

“Arch, baby, hips back. Yes, good. So good.”

Her hand slipped around and played with my clit.

“Lux, I don’t know if I can stop this,” I confessed as she played me like her very own instrument. She was so familiar with my body, with what I needed. What was too much and what was not enough. She kept saying I had been made for her, but it’s more like she had been made for me.

“Then we won’t,” she groaned. “Don’t think about anything else, Juliette. What’s outside doesn’t matter. It’s just you and me in here. You and me, Angel.”

“You and me,” I repeated breathlessly.

My muscles felt like jelly. I could do nothing but sink into the bed and take what she was delivering. In a way, it was the ultimate show of trust. I knew she would take care of me. I knew she’d never hurt me. Just as I knew I didn’t want to leave this room.

It wasn’t long until both of us were coming again.

But this time, when we were done, we slipped into the covers together, our bodies intertwined, sticky, sweaty skin and all.

“Lux…”

“Yes, Angel?”

“About your question before…“

She hummed, her eyes barely open. Long lashes brushed across her cheeks, and I couldn't help but think how unfair it was that she was gifted with long, beautiful lashes but wore no makeup to accentuate them.

“You know, if I really wanted the truth?” I pushed.

“You trying to get a post-sex love confession out of me?” she joked, her eyes popping open.

My heart stopped and my skin heated. She had just fucked me in at least ten different ways, but this was what had me blushing.

“And if I am?”

She pulled me closer, pushing my head to the crook of her neck.

“If you really want an answer, ask me in the morning, Angel.”

I tried to stay awake, reveling in the feel of her next to me, knowing that this would truly have to be our last time.

I ran my hands down her soft skin. Pulled away to look at her unguarded sleeping face. And then, as quietly as I could, I slipped out of her room and back into my own.