Page 434 of End Game

Safe.

The orgasm builds without me chasing it.

That's the miracle.

Usually I run toward everything.

Tonight it finds me.

Ronan's voice gets lower. “You can let go.”

I do.

My body tightens around him.

The sound trapped behind the gag doesn't sound like me.

Doesn't matter.

Ronan holds me through it.

Doesn't stop stroking or talking.

“Good boy.”

Another wave.

“There you go.”

My fingers stay wrapped around the clicker.

“Fuck, watching you come is hot.”

He waits until my dick stops pulsing.

Then he destroys me.

“Now I need you to be a good toy and let me fuck you hard, okay?”

I moan around the gag as I click once.

Then he does.

And he lasts.

He braces on my thighs and fucks me for minutes.

Hours.

Days.

Fuck.

I’m floating.

When he groans, and I feel him pulse inside me, it’s like everything breaks.

Then quiet.