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The waves of my orgasm were still coming. I’d never come like this before in my life—this prolonged cliff of pleasure that I’m toppling endlessly from. I gasped and screamed. My heart felt like it gave out more than once.

And then Vaughn’s roar ended it all.

“Fuck.”A single prayer. A single praise.

And then his pierced dick plowed deep into my pussy, annihilating my G-spot with one swift stroke. My hipsjerked and my vision went black. It was like an orgasm within an orgasm, and it obliterated the both of us.

I convulsed, and Vaughn came. His cock shook inside me, pumping me full of cum.

Even after minutes, I could hardly open my eyes. They’d all slid free of my body, leaving me both sated and bereft while they performed the ceremony of aftercare.

Cleaning. Kissing. Whispers of praise.

I felt wholly vulnerable and entirely safe as my eyes lost their strength to stay open, and I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Five

When I woke up,they were gone.

I was tenderly tucked underneath the covers, the satin sheets soft on my bare, sensitive skin. I sat up in bed and scanned the room. My clothes had been folded on the bench, everything put back in its place.

I bit on my bottom lip, wincing at how swollen and used it felt.Perfect.Scanning down my body, I saw all the marks they’d left on me. For me. I shifted my legs and felt the other marks that weren’t visible.

“I want more.”I wasn’t sure if I’d dreamed it or if I’d actually whispered the words to Vaughn when he put me under the covers.

“You know how to find us.”

I shivered, my nipples pebbling. The conversation was real—my body knew it.

A slow smile spread across my lips.

This was everything I wanted. Everything I’d hoped for.

It was a dream.

The kind of dream only Mr. Sandman could bring.

The End.