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He tore away when I was right on the edge, and my back arched off the wall, my hips bucking, jerking, begging.
“Please,” I whined, my whole body gripped by the sharp intensity of near-orgasm. “Please.”
He rose from his knees in a rush, crowding me back against the wall. He kissed me so hard I couldn’t keep up, wilting from how fucking close I was, how much I ached, hurting, to come. I reached between our bodies, but my fingers barely glanced over my clit before a strong hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled it away.
“No. You’re going to be my perfect, obedient wife and come on my cock. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped jaggedly, my hips stuttering, my skin so sensitive that I burned where we touched.
“One more edge, little one, and then you can come as many times as you need.” Death’s lips pressed to my forehead, and then he was catching me up in his arms, my legs around his waist, my back to the wall and—
My eyes crossed. I came instantly, a half-thrust all it took to throw me violently over the edge. Death swore softly, reverently as I gasped and shook, my pussy clamping down around his cock in powerful waves as pleasure wrung everything from me.
“You tried so beautifully,” he murmured when I stopped shuddering. “I’m not mad or disappointed, little one. It’s my fault you were so sensitive, you couldn’t help but come.”
I cried out loudly when he withdrew and sank in deeper, my pussy so fucking sensitive. “It’s too much—too much.”
“If it’s really too much, you can tell me to stop. Just say my name.” His lips brushed my ear as he held me to the wall, thrusting even deeper, stretching me around his thickness until I couldn’t breathe. “Just say Jermaine, and I’ll stop. But you won’t say it, will you, little one?”
“No,” I whimpered, clinging to his warm shoulders, my eyes slamming shut when he fucked me faster, still hitting so deep, stretching me so much, that I couldn’t take it. “I won’t—but it’s—ah, please, Death, please—”
His lips dragged down my sensitive throat, placing a kiss on my pulse. “Call me what you really want to, and I’ll give you what this pussy is begging me for.”
I spasmed around him, my hips shaking, and buried my face in his shoulder. “Please, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he praised, and tightened his hands on my ass, driving harder, so much faster.
Oh, god.
Oh, I couldn’t—
He drew back to watch me, his eyes roving across my features. “I love those faces you make. Such pretty faces.”
I whined, squirming. Unable to do anything but take what he gave me.
He fucked me over the edge and into a second orgasm so fast, I couldn’t bear it. Liquid lightning charged my bloodstream until I shook violently. My eyes rolled all the way back into my head. I whimpered and cried and moaned, clinging to him.
The door to the shower room creaked open. My hips jerked. I tightened around his cock, my orgasm drawn out mercilessly.
The thought of getting caught was terrifying, mortifying, but it made me come harder.
Death’s hand covered my mouth, his smoky eyes intense when I blinked up at him, mine heavy lidded.
“Be very quiet, little one,” he warned, his lips finding my forehead, his cock not slowing for one second. The slap of wet skin against wet skin would give us away in an instant, but the warning and his hand over my mouth heightened everything until I came apart in a rush, my third climax hitting with so much force that my back arched and I froze, locked in place.
“That’s my girl, that’s my girl,” Death chanted in a whisper, driving all the way into me and hauling my body against his until I splayed against his chest. “That’s my fucking girl,” he breathed, gasping, holding me fiercely as his cock went wild inside me.
We stayed like that for long minutes, and I was glad for Ford’s expensive showers never going cold as water washed over us. In the stall beside us, someone was clearly showering, hopefully unaware of what Death and I had done beside them.
My husband cleaned me with whispered praises, always returning to my lips for kisses. We waited until whoever was in the stall beside us left to shut off our water and get dry and dressed, Death clothing himself with a gesture and a rush of power.
He walked me back to my room where he indulged me in another kiss or five, and stroked his hands down my wet hair.
“I’ll be back tonight. Go spend time with your friends. Eat. Sleep.” His next kiss landed between my eyes and lingered. “You were perfect, Cat. So fucking perfect for me.”
I swallowed, a lump rising in my throat. “You were perfect, too.”
His smile was contagious and unbearably handsome. I leaned up for another kiss, greedy for more.
