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Slowly, the throbbing pleasure begins to soften, and the searing ecstasy turns to a dull ache.

Through it all, though, is a thick, impenetrable sense of satisfaction. It’s not something I’ve ever felt before, and it makes me want to sink into the mattress and fall into an endless sleep.

Ray must have the same idea, because without a word, he collapses in bed next to me.

My mind has been shut off. There’s no thought to what to do next, it’s just instinct. Rolling over, I tuck myself beneath his burly arm. He welcomes me at his side, and even pulls me in closer.

I can feel his cum trickling out of my pussy. It will run down my inner thigh and stain the sheets. I don’t care. I want it to stain me.

Without a word, Ray Byrne has claimed me. With his tongue, with his cock, with his passion. He’s worked his way inside and made me his.

Fuck.

I guess it won’t matter what I call him anymore. From here on out, we’ll both know the truth.

He’s my master.

16

Ray

When I wake up in the morning, my feet are still hanging off the side of the bed.

Francesca and I have barely moved since I came in her last night. After the deed was done, she just quietly rolled into my arms and fell asleep. I held her there, never wanting to let her go.

But now I don’t have much of a choice. I need to pee like a motherfucker.

Careful not to wake my sleeping beauty, I slip my arm out from beneath her head and push myself from the mattress.

The sheets are still damp from the sweat we spilled. Fuck. So is my hair. Dry blood spots my skin, too.

I’m a mess.

How was Francesca able to look past it all and orgasm so hard?

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I stand over her, my morning wood held down by my full bladder. But I don’t even need that carnal reaction to appreciate her beauty.

She looks so pure. So sweet.

I corrupted that.

The thought sends a prideful gust rushing through my chest. Then, I look down to her freshly fucked pussy and I spot the blood that has trickled down her thigh.

She wasn’t lying.

A virgin.

Well, she used to be a virgin. And then she met me.

Wiping a hand down my face, I turn from the beautifully twisted scene and head to the bathroom.

There is work to be done, and I need to get cleaned up before I head out.

After taking a long piss, I turn on the shower and step inside. My muscles are sore and my head throbs with a dull pounding, but the hot water helps relax me.

Slowly, my aches are washed away. That’s when my cock comes back to life.

By the time the steam has started to cover the bathroom floor, my cock is rock hard again. It takes all of my willpower to ignore it’s pleading.