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“Just the tip” of what looked like a ten-inch dick is probably, like, two and a half inches, so as far as threats go, that one’s not that bad. Unfortunately, I do love having every inch of Khaos deep inside me. I didn’t think I would—he’s just soo big—but after the initial shock wore off, I was pleasantly surprised to find just how well we fit together.
All the air rushes out of me and I loosen every one of my muscles clenching around him.
“That’s my girl. Open up for me. Let me in.”
Only a couple more thrusts, then he’s fully sheathed, churning his hips in mind-blowing circles against my ass.
“Khaos,” I beg. I don’t even know what for. Just…relief. In some way, in every way—I need it. Now.
His breath is pure fire against the side of my face. “I took it easy on you before. I’m not going to this time.”
That’s all the warning I get before he withdraws almost completely before slamming back into me.
The collision of the pain, the pleasure, the visceral need to have this man—not just any man, but my man—causes me to scream at the top of my lungs.
This is what it feels like to let go and trust someone fully. While Khaos is not being careful with me whatsoever right now, he’s not being the least bit careless either. He’s doing exactly what he said he was going to do. He’s wrecking me. Intentionally, thoroughly, and irreparably.
As the deliciously brutal pounding continues, I bite my own bicep.
“No,” Khaos snarls, batting my arm away and replacing it with his own. “Me. Hurt me.”
My teeth latch on to the throbbing muscle by my face, getting a guttural groan in response.
“Sh—Ko—”
Unable to finish a single word, Khaos gives up even trying and drops his forehead to my shoulder as he shudders overtop of me. He’s going to come any second. As good as this feels, I probably won’t. Not unless I get a little more stimulation.
Sneaking a hand down, I massage my clit with tight rotations, instantly magnifying the sensations coursing through my body.
My own hips develop an erratic pattern as I seek pleasure from both above and below.
“Fuck. I’m gonna fucking—”
Just as Khaos pulls out, I release his bicep to chew him out instead, but am immediately lifted onto my hands and knees.
A glance behind me reveals Khaos pinching the tip of his glistening cock.
“Did you come?”
He’s quick to shake his head. “I was about to but I’m holding it off.”
“Oh.” Men can do that?
“You gotta—Uh…can you make yourself come in the next thirty seconds?”
“Maybe?”
“That’s all I’m giving you until I’m back to painting your insides with my spunk.”
Now that’s a threat worth taking seriously.
My hand’s back on my clit, rubbing twice as hard before the clock can even be—
“Twenty-nine.”
Damn it.
“Khaos!” I scold with a giggle. He’s not actually going to count out loud, is he?
