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I fall against his chest, him holding me up with his arms.

“So fucking mine,” he growls.

Then he moves. His cock tunnels in and out of my ass in tandem with the dildo in my pussy. My entire body shakes and trembles, and dots appear in my vision.

“Oh my God, I’m so full. I feel you everywhere.” I’m stuffed to the brim and I can barely see, hear, or feel anything other than Rex and what he’s doing to my body.

Claiming it. Owning it. Mastering it.

Getting me off like it’s his life’s purpose.

Mindlessly, I grab his arm, his neck, anywhere I can reach with him behind me.

My legs give out, but he holds me tightly against him as he pistons quick and hard, his movements brutal.

“Open your eyes. Keep them open or I won’t let you come.”

My eyes flutter open, and I take in the lewd image of us in the mirror. His fully clothed body cradles my naked one, sweat glistening on every inch of my skin. My tits are red and bouncing as he slams his cock into my ass while the dildo fills my pussy.

I look filthy. Depraved. Naughty.

And so perfect.

His lips curve into a feral smile. “That’s my perfect slut. My perfect ass and cunt. You were born to be used by me, to be double penetrated like a champ. You’ve been a good and naughty girl, and you deserve a reward.”

He reaches between my legs and pinches my clit. “Now come.”

I cry out, my body convulsing in his arms as pleasure explodes in a kaleidoscope of colors. Exhilaration and euphoria shoot through my body, seeping into every cell, every particle. I’ve never experiencedanything like this before. Wetness spurts out of me and for a few seconds I can’t see, my vision blinded from the orgasm.

Rex huffs out a few grunts, then his cock thickens and throbs before he lets out a raw, guttural groan. “Yes, fuck yes!”

His cum unloads inside my ass, the warmth prolonging my orgasm as my body continues to shake in his arms.

I don’t know how much time has passed before my mind flickers back on.

But the next thing I know, we’re both on the bed, him cradling me, his lips trailing tender kisses on my face and neck.

“Still stressed, Olive?” he asks, amusement in his voice.

I grumble something unintelligible.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He chuckles. “I love you so damn much, and I want to spend more time cuddling with you, but now I need to change into a new suit.”

Another gentle kiss later, he releases me and slides out of bed. But before he reaches the bathroom, he turns around, bows, and winks. “Rex-a-Million at your service. Do give me a five-star rating.”

Using the last of my strength, I grab a pillow and hurl it at him. He dodges and laughs before disappearing inside the bathroom.

And I smile.

Epilogue Part Two—Rex

A screech pierces theair and I wince from the microphone feedback. Stepping to the side of the stage where a small fire pit has been set up, I let the staff fix the audio.

I’m about to make a speech—a speech where I’m just Rex, someone dealing with mental health issues, someone choosing to wake up each day to fight.

After the equipment is fixed, I walk back to the podium and the crowd quiets.

“Thank you for coming to celebrate the opening of the Anderson Culinary Arts Therapy Center.”