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Pulling out most of the way, leavingin onlythe tip, he murmurs, “That’s one.”

With a slow, hard thrust he fillsme again.

In…

My pulse skipsaround in my chest.

…and out.

My pussy clenchesaround him.

In…

Digging my fingers in his hair, I arch against him as I push his mouth down to my breasts.

…and out.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he buildsme back up again.

And itdoesn’tmatter this time when I beg him to go faster.When Icryfor him to rail me harder.

Hetakesit slow.

In…

…and out…

…and in again…

Forty-Four

A good brownie never breaks a promise.

Unless there’resixteen of the fuckers.Then they shouldget the option of tapping out.-Arienna

Ifsomeoneasked me a few hours ago if I wanted to come sixteen times, I would’ve said yes.Like hel fucking yes.Like sign me up right this second yes.Like Iwill sell you my firstborn child yes.

But now?

After the eleventh orgasm?

After my legs havegone past the point of trembling andare fully standingin the area called ‘can’t bloody well feel them’?

After my heartfeelslike it’srun a marathon andisnow about to pole vault into a heart attack if he simply looksat me like he wantsto start again?

After Ihavecome so many times Iamstarting to feel dehydrated?

Yeah…no.No,Iamdone.Completely and utterly done, and if he touchesme in a sexual way ever again, Iamgoing to cry.

His elbow nudgesmine as he shiftson the floor beside me.Eyes widening, I shove him away and roll down the tunnel.“No!”I shout.“No, no, no, no, no.You have to stop.Go watch porn or something.I’llfind youanother woman.Or three.I don’t even care.”

I wrap my arms around myself, then drop them to my sides again, not even liking me touching myself.Ugh.Every part of meisso flippin’ sensitive.

“Please don’t touch me anymore.”Tears leak out of my eyes in pathetic drips of desperation.They would’ve been flowing rivers had I any liquid left inside of me.Andthevaginaisn’teven connected tothetear ducts, I’mpretty certain.That’sjust how done my bodyiswith the whole thing.

His chucklemakesme shiver,makesme recall how he laughedwith his fingers inside me when I asked to become his cum bucket.

Ugh.Even his freaking laughistoo much.