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“Oh, that feels good. More. Please. More. What’s wrong with me?”

I curl my fingers to rub on her G-spot as I finger her. She starts to shake and shudder. That tight, wet hole almost sucking at my fingers.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” I work my cock with my other hand because I need to fuck her. “You’re pretty fuckin’ perfect.”

She starts sitting up as I pull free, just as I know she’s almost there, on the edge of coming. “Mack.” Her eyes are slightly glazed as I lean down and suck and bite a nipple, and then the other.

I step back, working my cock so she can see, and her eyes are locked on it. Her breath comes in little panting sounds, and she licks her lips.

“I meant—”

“I know what you fuckin’ meant, Princess.” Yeah, if I keep doing this, it’s done before we begin. I pull her to the edge, line up, and without preamble, I thrust deep and hard into her.

She gives a moaning scream and convulses on me. I rub her clit, and she comes hard around me, her cunt squeezing down on me, the pulses of the contractions almost too much.

But as much as my cock is on that edge of pure pleasure and the pain of not coming, I hold back.

I take her hips and keeping her where she is, I begin to hammer her. It’s not a gentle fuck. This is a brutal, hard mating. She’s sitting up on her elbows, her hands clenched, eyes fevered as she watches me piston into her. Watches how her pussy stretches around me.

It’s the hottest fucking thing. Hotter than at the cabin.

That was in the dark.

The lights are on.

Everything is on display.

“More, Mack. More. Harder. Oh, please, harder. Ruin me.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ destroy you. Own you, make your cunt perfect for me only.”

The dirty words keep coming, and I keep pounding into her, and she gives back as good as I give.

The pleasure is at bursting point, and my balls draw up. I know I’m gonna fuckin’ come, and she’s close again, so I touch her clit.

“Too much, Mack, I can’t.”

“You fuckin’ can. You’re a princess, Princess.” I begin to pinch, squeeze, and stroke, a harsher beat than I’d usually do but we’re both so wound up and she responds like a wild thing when I do it. She starts to beg me for more, but I just keep the hard thrusts, and the pace on her clit the same.

Then my entire body seems to curl in, I explode, and her cunt clenches so hard. I come when she does, and Sidney screams.

When I’m done, I try and feel bad I went here, but I don’t. Instead, I’m in her, feeling like a fucking god fully dressed.

I gather her up and pull her around me, kissing her.

“I . . . I can’t move . . . but that . . . that was more than worth it.”

“Fuck, yeah, it was. And Sidney?”

“Yes?”

“I can move for both of us. I got you.”

* * *

It’s much later and we’ve had sex again, both of us naked. A slow, languid coming together, a tangle of limbs and kisses that go from soft to hot to deep. And now, she’s in my arms, and I don’t know if this is another moment out of time or if she’s gonna go cold armored princess again or what.

But I don’t think it’ll be that. I think she’s fighting whatever this is because it’s tangled up in her demons and shortcomings. Or I should say, what she sees as shortcomings.

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