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Before she was finished, I sat up, lifting her and slamming her down on my hard cock. The feel of her still orgasming was incredible. She gasped loudly as she surrounded me. I held her hips, grinding into her as I covered her mouth. She was hot, wet, and snug around my shaft. Gripping me. I rolled us over yet again, flinging her legs over my shoulders and driving into her mindlessly. She clawed at my shoulders, arching under me, crying my name. I was too far gone for finesse, for endurance. I chased my orgasm, feeling the pull coming from my balls and gathering like a storm cloud in the base of my cock. Autumn keened my name as she began to shake, her pussy clenching me tight.

I roared out her name as my orgasm hit me. The intense ecstasy rocketed through me, and I yanked her tight, kissing her as the fury of my release hit me. She whimpered into my mouth, her own release winding through her body. The cyclone of pleasure surrounded us, and we were lost in the vortex, the sensations overwhelming and extreme.

I held her close as our releases passed, fading away but leaving a humming sensation under my skin. I pulled my mouth from hers, nuzzling my way across her cheek and dropping my head to her shoulder. “Holy shit,” I muttered. “That was…” I had no words to describe it.

She leaned back, and our eyes met. Her hair was a disaster from my hands. Her mouth was swollen and wet. Her cheeks flushed. There was a small bruise on the side of her neck. A couple more by her breasts. She looked well and truly fucked.

“You look…” I shook my head. “Jesus, did I hurt you?”

“No,” she replied. “But I imagine I look as worked over as you do.” She grimaced slightly. “I think I scratched you.”

“I’ll live.”

“And I left a little, um, hickey.” She touched a spot high on my neck by the base of my ear.

I grinned. “You have more than one.” I chuckled. “I haven’t given anyone a hickey since I was a teenager. I guess I was making up for lost time.” I traced a finger over her breast at the purple mark showing against her pale skin. “I suppose I’ll sound like a caveman if I admit I rather like seeing my mark on you.”

She hummed, and I tried to ignore the way her nipple hardened under my touch and she shivered a little. “Join me in the cave, then.”

I laughed as I laid us back, pulling at the blanket draped across the end of the bed. She nestled into my embrace with a low hum of contentment.

“You do that,” I commented.

“Do what?”

“Make a little sound in your throat when I hold you. Or hug you. Whenever I first touch you.”

“Oh. I think my body just likes it. I don’t recall it ever happening before now, though.”

I held her closer. “Well, I like it too. And I like the fact that it’s my sound.”

“Are you staying?”

I pressed a kiss to her head. “Yes.”

“Good.” She paused. “Are you hungry? Do you want a shower?”

“I want to go to sleep with you in my arms, smelling like us.”

“That’s kinda kinky.”

“You object?”

She tilted up her head. “No.”

I kissed her. “I’m not finished with you anyway.”

“Oh.”

Again, I asked, “You object?”

“No. No objections there.”

“Good.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

SULLY