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The soreness is fading, and I don’t know if that’s because Ransom really is kissing it better or because the endorphins surging through me are making everything warm and gooey with pleasure so that I don’t register any pain at all.
Either way, I start climbing toward my orgasm, breathing harder and shaking under Ransom’s ministrations.
I breathe out a little plea, right on the cusp of falling apart, and he doubles down, thrusting his tongue into me as deeply as he can, his face absolutely buried between my legs.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his voice muffled. “Come on my face.”
Stars burst in front of my eyes as my hips buck upward, and he moves with me, keeping his tongue pressed right where I want it as he licks me through my orgasm, leaving me a panting, flushed mess on the bed.
“God, I fucking love the sounds you make.”
Ransom presses one more kiss to my clit, then crawls his way back up so we’re face to face. When his mouth finds me, I can taste the sweet tang of my own release on his lips and tongue. It’s addicting, getting these little hints of what I taste like to him, and I find myself kissing him deeper, seeking out more of it.
When he finally pulls away, his breathing is ragged, and I can see the thick bulge of his cock in his pants. He pulls back enough that he can undress himself, and then he’s back on top of me again almost immediately, as if he’s drawn to me like a magnet.
“What about your stitches?” I ask, wincing as I glance down at the side of his leg.
He chuckles, the head of his cock grazing my opening. “They’ll be fine. If I pop ’em, I’ll have Malice redo them tomorrow. But nothing could keep me from wanting to be inside you right now.”
Worry still twists inside my gut, but as he starts to press his thick length into me, it becomes harder and harder to focus on anything else. It’s still a lot to take, and my body has to work to adjust to it, but it feels more natural than it did last night. His piercings rub against my walls, and I gasp softly at the sensation.
Somehow, without the haze of alcohol and endorphins from the tattoo and the intensity of the other two brothers watching, it’s like I can feelmore.
I can focus on Ransom and the way he pumps into me, slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace.
“Fuck,” he groans, dipping his head to rest in the hollow between my neck and shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight, angel. I can feel your pretty little hole gripping my cock like it doesn’t want to let go. Goddamn, you feel so good.”
My cheeks flush darker at that, and I don’t know how to respond. So I just start moving my hips a little, lifting up to meet Ransom halfway into the thrusts. The room fills with the sounds of sex—our harsh, ragged breathing, Ransom’s grunts of pleasure, the soft noises that spill out of me as he starts pounding into me deeper—and I lose myself in all of it.
I can hear his skin slapping against mine, and even though he’s not fucking into me with the brutal need that Malice did, it’s still so much. It still feels like he’s lancing through me with his cock, keeping me split open and impaled.
And I love it.
I love the friction and the heat, and the way he kisses me every so often, grounding me in the moment. I cling to him like a life line, my hands gripping at his shoulders, as all of the feelings colliding in my chest threaten to overwhelm me.
Is it always going to be this much? Or does it feel this way because I’m still so new to all of this? I don’t know, and I can’t keep my mind focused on that question. All I can do is try to weather the sensations, trying to stay afloat in the waves of pleasure and the torrents of emotion that race through me.
The warm aftershocks of my first orgasm start to grow and build toward a second climax, and I moan Ransom’s name, my nails digging into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life.
“I’m so—” I manage to get out.
“I’ve got you. Fuck, I’m close too. Can you wait for me, baby? I want to feel you clench around me when I come.”
Honestly, I don’t know if Icanwait. I wasn’t sure if my overstimulated body could work up another orgasm, but now that it’s close, it seems to be barreling down on me like a runaway train. Ransom keeps rocking into me, the base of his cock grinding against my clit every time he bottoms out, pushing me closer and closer to the looming abyss of pleasure.
“Ransom! Ah!”
My pussy goes tight around him as I fall apart, trying to focus on remembering how to breathe.
He isn’t far behind me, and he pumps into me a few more times, swearing under his breath as his forehead rests against mine.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, finally collapsing on top of me as the pulses of his cock start to slow.
We lie there together for a long time, our bodies pressed together, sweaty and breathing hard. It takes several minutes for my heart rate to slow down and everything to stop tingling, but eventually, the sleepy warmth of the afterglow settles in, and I stifle a yawn.
Ransom notices it and laughs, nuzzling against me.
“We should clean up or something, but I can’t be fucked right now,” he mumbles. “Too tired.” He nips at my neck. “Besides, I like the idea of you falling asleep with my cum in you.”
