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Page 19 of The Vigilante's Heart

“If you think I’m about to have sex with you, you can think again. You’ll be lucky if I stay in this house another minute, let alone sleep with you.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” I murmur as my lips close over hers and my tongue thrusts into her mouth. She tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let her, my body restraining hers. My hand fumbles with her little sleep shorts and I pull the wet fabric down her body, the material landing with a wet slap to the shower floor.

“You want me, sweet girl,” I say pulling back from her slightly.

“No.”

“Yeah, you do, you want me almost as much as I want you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly,” I chuckle and sink a finger inside her. “Hmmm, so wet for me. You can deny wanting this all you want, but your body is begging for me to fuck it. Again, and again, and again.” I pull my finger from her — she’s wet enough to take me — and line my cock up with her pussy. With one thrust I’m inside her, her wet cunt taking my entirelength. My head drops to her shoulder and a groan leaves my body. Every time with her, every single fucking time, is exquisite, it’s like coming home.

“I might like your cock, but it doesn’t mean I like you,” she moans as I begin to move. I lick a path up her neck, my lips making their way to her ear.

“You might not want to like me, but you do,” I pant as my thrusts begin to pick up speed and I fuck her against the shower wall. “You like the way I make you feel.” I grind down on her clit, my cock buried deep inside her. “Like the way I take that control from you. We’re fucking perfect for each other, so stop fighting this and let me in. Give me this,” I say placing my hand over her heart. “Give me all of you.”

I stop holding back and fuck her like the savage I am, her body moves up the wall with every thrust, her nails scrape along my back, leaving marks I’ll wear with pride. I feel her cunt tightening around me and know she’s close. My hands move to the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs wider so I can thrust impossibly deeper. She screams her release as she clamps down on my cock and pleasure engulfs me at the feeling of her orgasm, every pulse of her walls pulls me closer and closer to my own release.

“Yesss,” I hiss as my balls draw up and I shoot my load inside her, thrusting every drop I have into her cunt. “Fucking take it all. It’s yours.” I bury my head in the crook of her neck while I try to regain my strength. Sex with Peyton is out of this world. I’ve never come as hard in my life as I do when I’m with her — not even as a randy teenager when I first discovered porn.

“Meeeoooowwww!” I jump at the intrusive sound and Peyton laughs in myarms.

“I’m okay, D’Artagnan.”

He chirps a slightly less aggressive meow in response, but he still doesn’t sound happy.

“We should move, he’s not going anywhere until I’m out of this shower.” I can see his little body the other side of the frosted shower screen, he’s pacing up and down, waiting for her — I don’t blame him, I’d be doing the same thing. We’re both desperate to spend as much time as we can with the woman in our life. I don’t know when it happened, or even how it happened, but Peyton is it for me. She’s mine and nothing will take her away from me.

Chapter Ten

Peyton

I jolt awake with a start as Bennett pushes inside me. The man is insatiable, he fucked me when we got to bed last night after the shower, and now he’s taking me again. Where does he get his stamina from? Aren’t older men meant to need longer to re-load? Someone tell that to the man behind me, who’s currently forcing his giant dick and all eight of those delicious barbells inside me. I’m not going to be able to walk at this point, not without a serious limp anyway.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you take my cock so well. You’re so fucking tiny, but you manage every inch of me, don’t you?” His words are whispered into my neck, his teeth scraping along my skin. “Tell me, does it hurt taking me?”

“Yes,” I moan. It does hurt, but it’s a delicious kind of pain, a sweet kind of pain that keeps you coming back for more. He bites down on my neck and thrusts the last inch inside me, groaning as he fully seats himself inside my pussy. I feel every single barbell, every ridge of his cock, everything. I feel everything. His hips roll into mine, the strokes of his cock slow and deep.

“I’m going to take my time with you this morning,” he rasps in my ear. “I’m going to spend every moment inside you until I have to drive you to work.”Oh fuck, I’m definitely not walking again.“I’m going to be dripping out of you while you’re treating your patients, and then when you get home tonight, I’ll fill you up again.”

“I’ll be sore,” I whimper when his cock hits a particularly sensitive spot.

“Hmmm, yeah you will be. You’ll be my well used little fuck toy. You’ll take me whenever I need you to, which will be all the fucking time.” I tremble at his words, turned on beyond belief at the thought of him taking me when he wants, of being his to use. It’s not something I ever thought I’d want, but holy shit it’s hot. “You want that, don’t you? I can tell; your tight little cunt is squeezing me, my dirty girl.”

His fingers find my clit and massage that bundle of nerves, I can feel my orgasm fluttering to the surface.

“Please, Bennett, make me come.”

“Oh, sweet girl, I’m going to make you come so much you’ll be begging me to stop.” He pinches my clit between his fingers and thrusts into me hard at the same time, triggering my orgasm. I cry out as pleasure suffuses my body.

“Good girl, that was one. Let’s see how many we can get out of you.”

Eight. Eight orgasms to match his eight barbells. He said I got one for every piercing. My legs are actually shaking as I do my rounds of the ER. I’m just grateful I’ve got the next three days off; the combination of the stalker, the break-in, work and Bennett has me exhausted. Thankfully, so far, todays shift is relatively easy, the standard sort of cases have been coming through the doors.

I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my scrubs, and as I’m not with a patient right now, I fish it out to check it. No surprises who it’s from.

You’re mine for the next three days.