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He came around to where her face was and put his hand around his own hard, thick shaft, already leaking pre-come from the tip. Using the remote with his free hand, he pressed another button, and Stephanie cried out as the speed increased, the two cocks driving impossibly deeper and scraping along more sensitive nerve endings in the process. Her entire body quivered, her pussy ached, and she sobbed with the excruciating need building exponentially inside her.
Pinned in place, all she could do was look up at Mac and beg for what she wanted. What she needed so badly. “Please let me come, sir.”
He shook his head and denied her. “Not yet. You like being fucked by two cocks, don’t you?” he mused, his voice low and dark.
Oh, God, more than she’d ever imagined and she wasn’t ashamed to admit it. “I do, when they’re yours.”
He gave a grunt of satisfaction at her answer. “Open your pretty mouth and suck my cock.”
She didn’t hesitate to part her lips, welcoming every hot inch of him and reveling in the dirty, filthy fantasy he’d made reality for her—of being taken, everywhere. And he was just as ruthless as the machine fucking her, the thrust of his hips and the hand tangling in her hair at the back of her head forcing her to take him all the way to the back of her throat until she could barely breathe.
Once, twice, three times, he buried himself as deep as possible, to the point that her eyes watered. She swallowed around the head of his shaft, and he swore beneath his breath as his big body shuddered and the muscles in his abdomen flexed with restraint. When he started to withdraw, she sucked harder, making every effort to drive him just as wild as she felt, and it didn’t take long to send him spiraling over the edge.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he praised, his voice hoarse as his cock pulsed against her tongue in warning, though he didn’t take his hand from the back of her head. Instead, his fingers tightened against her scalp as his entire body jerked and a hoarse shout of satisfaction erupted from his throat as he started to unload. “So. Fucking. Good.”
The hot, potent, addicting taste of him filled her mouth, and she took everything he had to give, while desperately trying to hold back her own orgasm until he gave her the permission she was waiting for.
Finally spent, he dropped to his knees in front of her, looking dazed by the strength of his release, but she was still strapped down and had two cocks pumping into her, and her own need to come had her right on the brink.
“Brent,” she said on a sob, her body quivering from the effort to keep her orgasm at bay. “Please, please, please. I can’t hold back anymore.”
Her pleading snapped him out of his stupor and he fumbled for the remote he must have dropped at some point. A few presses of another button and the dildo in her pussy began to vibrate. She moaned, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, another extreme level of sensation swamping her.
“There you go, baby,” he said huskily. “Come for me.”
At his command, she cried out as the orgasm she’d been holding back burst free, shaking her to the core, and all she could do was ride the wave of ecstasy because the pleasure was so huge, so all-consuming, it devastated her senses and nearly made her black out from the intensity of her climax.
Mac watched her the entire time, his face etched with dark desire and satisfaction. Before she completely recovered from the aftershocks rippling through her, he stopped the machine and began unfastening all the cuffs and straps to release her. She was so wasted and boneless she could barely move, even when she was freed.
She groaned as Mac picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to a velvet couch in the room. He sat down with her curled up on his lap and wrapped her in the blanket they kept draped over the back of the sofa.
Sighing contentedly and completely sated, she snuggled into his bare chest, breathing in the musky scent of sex and Mac before he made her take a few drinks from the water bottle on the small table beside the couch to make sure she stayed hydrated. She dutifully ate the few bites of dark chocolate he fed her, having claimed that the oxytocin in the candy helped with the chemicals in her brain to keep her stabilized and relaxed after a particularly intense orgasm. And yeah, that release had been earth-shattering for sure.
But honestly, the reason for his attentiveness didn’t matter to her. She just always loved aftercare with Mac. The quiet intimacy of it. The closeness and bonding. How focused he was on her well-being and the affectionate way he held her in his arms. No other man had ever made her feel this worshipped and cherished.
“Sooo,” he murmured as he tucked his index finger beneath her chin and tipped her head back so she was looking up at him. “Still want to marry me after that? There’s still time to call off the wedding.”
He’d tried to inject humor into his comment, but Stephanie was smart enough to know that there was also a level of seriousness to his question. Despite the fact that she hadn’t used her safe word or the clicker—which meant she’d been a willing participant to what just happened—he was still worried he might have pushed her too far. And yeah, she wasn’t going to deny that she’d been initially nervous about his birthday gift, but there was something he needed to hear from her and accept so this was no longer an issue between them going into their marriage.
She understood that his ex-wife had messed with his head and had given him reason to fear that his extreme sexual preferences might turn Stephanie off. Those experiences made him vulnerable with her, and Mac was not a vulnerable man in any other aspect of his life. She didn’t ever want him to question her full acceptance of him. Kinky, depraved sexual preferences included.
She gave him a deliberately droll look. “Tell me . . . do I look traumatized by what we just did?” If anything, she was certain she looked disheveled, flushed, and well satisfied.
The corner of his mouth quirked with a semblance of a smile, as if she’d just asked him a trick question. “No . . . but—”
“No buts, Brent,” she said, cutting him off with the use of his real name and the press of her fingers to his warm lips. “Your but indicates doubts, and tonight is the last time you will have any uncertainties when it comes to me and you and our sex life, because I don’t want those worries to be a part of our married life. I’ve made it very clear that I already trust you. But now I need you to trust me to tell you if I have an issue with something you want sexually, without you being inside your head and obsessing about it. Can you do that?”
He exhaled a deep breath as she removed her hand from his mouth so he could speak. “Yes, I can do that.”
“I love you with my whole heart, Brent,” she said, resting her hand on his chest, where his heart beat steadily beneath her palm. “Unconditionally, in every way.”
“I know,” he returned softly, his eyes filled with emotion. “And I love you more than I dreamed I could love a woman.”
She smiled at him, so honored to be that woman for him. “So no more doubts or fears,” she said one last time. “I’ve known since our first time together that you’re more than a little depraved when it comes to all the ways you want to fuck me. And I love that, too.”
“Such a dirty girl,” he teased, slipping a hand around the nape of her neck and bringing her mouth to his for a soft, gentle touch of their lips, which was such a contradiction to the assertive man who’d just strapped her to a machine with dual penises, but she adored this side of him just as much.
“I’m your dirty girl,” she breathed against his lips.
