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“Olive, you’re so goodat this. Fuck yes!”

Pleasure rolls through me as Rex fists my ponytail and rams his dick into my mouth. My mind is mush and I relax my throat, taking him in deeper, feeling every thick inch of him sliding in and out of me. When he thrusts harder, I gag and tears spring into my eyes.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

I’m in a strange space—like an out-of-body experience. I barely remember how I got here. How one moment, I was stressed about the last-minute preparations for the culinary therapy center opening ceremony in a few hours, and the next thing I know, Rex has me completely naked on my knees inside our shared apartment on the Upper West Side.

Dazed, I blink at the man I love and take in his appearance—his brown hair perfectly styled with just the right amount of rakish dishevelment, his scruff perfectly groomed, and that hot body clad in a bespoke navy suit.

Sex. God.

A muscle pulses in his forehead as he twists his lips into a smirk.

“There you are, Olive,” he rasps as he tunnels his cock faster into my mouth.

I swirl my tongue against him with each glide, tasting his addictive saltiness, and his eyes roll back.

“Fuck, that’s good. Shit.” He grips my hair tighter, and I moan. “Deep throating my cock like a good girl.”

Then I do something that used to give me pause but now sends a thrill through my veins.

I bite him. Slightly, just enough to earn me a pained hiss.

I don’t want to be a good girl today. I want to be his naughty, filthy girl.

Rex growls, his stare burning into my skin. He pulls himself out in one swift motion and tosses me face first onto the bed.

“Ass up. So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? My filthy slut needs to be punished?”

Whimpering, I wiggle my ass in the air. I’m leaking all over the place, his dirty talk sending me into the stratosphere.

“Shit. Fuck me. Look at that pretty ass.”

Slap!

I cry out at the initial pain, which softens into unending pleasure as he massages my backside.

He slaps me again, each stroke ending with him sliding a finger inside my dripping pussy.

“Rex, please,” I beg, delirious with want.

Arching my ass up higher, I flinch when he grabs my face and turns it to the side.

I love it when he manhandles me.

“Look at you, Olive. My good doctor is horny, depraved. Look at you all naked on the bed on all fours, your face drunk with pleasure. You need my cock inside you like a good slut, huh? Fuck, you drive me wild.”

Moans tumble out of me when I see our reflection.

Me completely naked under his fully clothed.

The possessive way he has my throat in his hand.

The unhinged, feral gleam in his eyes.

But this time, I know that glint is from the pleasures of sex, not from Velowake or his C-PTSD. He’s been doing so well for the past six months. The hollows under his eyes have disappeared.

“Give me that cock, Rex. I need it.” I twist my nipple, my legs spasming with the need to come. “Stuff it in my tight cunt, ram it in.”