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For him being a shit.

Fuck him.

And I did.

Palms on his chest, I moved on his cock, hips circling before my body began to rock. I didn’t stop him from thrusting up into me; I didn’t stop my low moans as his cock touched that magic place inside me.

I could feel his body tense as my pussy tightened—his breathing rough, strained. It pulled on that final tight string.

God, yes.

I slammed myself down on him.

Again.

Clenching.

Fucking.

Again.

My thighs shook as my pussy squeezed my orgasm out of me, my world collapsing into that deep burning ache. That sharp, beautiful pain that crystallized and then splintered inside me.

My body twitched on top of him, and a maddening throbbing started, small after-shocks pulsing against the cock still hard inside me. Sperm.

“You bastard you didn’t come.”

“I’m not finished yet.” His voice was so rough I wanted to rub up against it.

I didn’t fight when he gripped me by the arm or when he flipped me under him. I struggled weakly as he pinned me down and pushed the oiled tip of his cock against the tight entrance to my ass.

Val bit my shoulder, and I cried out as he plunged into me.

It burned. He was slick, and it still burned as he stretched me.

Punished me.

I tried to buck, as if friction would soothe screaming nerves.

“That’s it.” His voice was so close to my ear, I started. “Such a greedy girl when you ride my cock.” He licked my cheek.

I hated that I could feel my juices trickle down my leg. I hated that I mewled as he leisurely pulled back only to thrust back in.

I hated that I begged him to move again.

Then he made the violet dance in me and I found myself dropped involuntarily into yet another body-shaking orgasm.

“There.” He kissed my shoulder. “I think I have the hang of using this.”

“What was...what...”

“It was this.” He slow-fucked me. His cock dragged out and the violet dazzled from mind to clit, stringing a row of climaxes together that had me choking in staccato on air as I forgot how breathing was supposed to work. Someone made the most pitiful sound. Eyes rolled up, face buried in my hair, I realized it was me.

CHAPTER28

Val

I sat watchingZara as she slept, eyeballs scratchy with fatigue. I didn’t trust myself to get into the warm bed. I couldn’t.

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