Page 92 of Madness Becomes Her

“The things I’ve thought about doing to you while I was away are indecent.”

“No, they’re not!” I whimper. “Do them! Do all of them!”

My greedy little ass gets spanked, and I reward him with a moan.

Finlo Pennington is finding his kinky side, and I’m thankful to have been the one to awaken it.

“Again!” I plead, my body building back to a slow burning in my lower belly, tingling, worming its way up my legs.

He slaps the other ass cheek before I feel a very unfamiliar pressure against my asshole.

“Is this alright?” he asks, and my eyes fly wide.

A finger probes slowly at the tight entrance, teasing and adding a mind-numbing tension to my pleasure.

“Yes,” I moan.

The moment I hear him spit on my ass is the moment I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. The heaven where everyone’s insane and Finlo and I fuck twenty-four-seven.

His finger uses the spit to work inside my ass.

A momentary burn pulls my attention away from the cock inside me and has me worried that this was a bad idea.

Then, the two move in tandem together, working me higher and higher, and I’m screaming as much as I’m breathing.

“So good,” Finlo grits out. “It’s… so good.”

The pleasure coating his voice snaps my resolve, and I come in waves that overwhelm my system, my hands gripping onto the surrounding pillows for stability as I face plant into them.

Finlo cries out, spilling inside me and bowing over my back.

Hearing him scream my name will never get old.

Finlo collapses beside where I’ve plopped onto my stomach, and for a moment, both of us breathe through our racing hearts and final buzzes of pleasure.

“I love you,” he says, lolling his head toward me. “No matter what’s coming, I love you.”

With great effort, I pull up to kiss him. “I love you, Fin. I think I always have. I know that I always will.”

He grins against my lips as I capture them again.

“Tomorrow, we fight.”

“Tomorrow night, we fuck?!” I joke, and he laughs.

After cleaning ourselves up, we fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped around one another like the battle for freedom isn’t looming on the horizon.

Even if I’ve been through some hard shit in my life, at least I fell through a hole in the world and found happiness, however fleeting.

Morning comeswith terror on its heels. I rouse in a panic, searching the room for what could’ve woken me.

A wail breaks out, curling through the air. The hair on my body stands on end.

Finlo rushes into the room, attempting to get a boot on his foot while running, growling when he almost tips over.

“What’s happening?” I ask him, shucking off the blankets.

The cold, damp air of the room wraps around me before I find clothes to put on, which I do hastily because of the energy wafting off Finlo.