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“Are you going to beg, kitten?” I ask with a raised brow, unable to keep a smirk from forming.
I had no intention of pausing for too long, but her whining did me in, and I couldn’t not take advantage. Seeing her so worked up for me is something I could get used to.
“Listen, old man. If you needed a breather, all you had to do is say some—”
Her words are cut short when I slam into her hard. “You know damn well I don’t need a breather, but you, my little slut, are going to need tohold the fuck on.” That’s the only warning she gets when I slam into her repeatedly, rocking over her so her knees are above her face. The choked O expression on her face quickly turns into bliss as I drive into her.
Visions of losing her take over, beads of sweat running down my forehead.Gazing down at her, our eyes connect, and I can breathe.
She’s here.
With me.
Where she belongs.
I slow my punishing pace, pushing into her, sinking deep as I lean down and kiss her gently. Rocking my hips, I grip her breast, pinching her nipple. “Come for me, kitten,” I whisper against her lips before pinching her nipple once more.
It’s the last push she needs to fall over the edge with me. I rock into her again and again, shooting ropes of cum so deep inside her I will be dripping from her for days. My body breaks out in a sheen of sweat, making each movement slick as our skin slides together.
I come for so long, her pussy milking me for all I have until my body trembles, feeling like my entire world is rocking. Shifting, I roll us to the side so we lay face to face, her leg draped over my hip, my cock barely inside her. We pant for breath as we come down, and I caress her cheek, placing light kisses on her forehead.
Once my breathing slows, I start to slide out of bed, but Maxxy is quick to stop me. “Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to the bathroom to get you a warm cloth and a glass of water. I want to clean you up. I’ll be quick,” I assure her.
With a deep sigh, she lets me go, and I scoot out of bed and head for the bathroom. After I wash my face, I return with the promised water and washcloth.
Maxxy is still curled on her side, her hands tucked under her head. Handing Maxxy the glass of water, I guide her legs apart to gently clean her. I take care to wipe over her thighs before tending to her sensitive folds and am delighted to see that none of my cum is dripping from her yet.
While I know the likelihood of her getting pregnant is low, there is something primal about knowing my seed is inside her, coating her womb. An involuntary growl rumbles in my chest, and I can’t stop myself from dipping a finger inside her.
“Jesus, caveman. I thought you were supposed to be cleaning me up, not inspecting me,” she teases with a giggle, but she’s right.
I shake my head to clear the perverse thoughts and finish cleaning her before sliding back into bed with her. “You sure you don’t want me to put a baby in you, kitten?” I ask, giving her a playful wink.
“You’re persistent,” she accuses with a laugh as I pull her into my arms, her body instantly relaxing.
I press a kiss to her temple, my arms wrapped tight around her as I let myself sink into the bed, completely sated.
I never knew I could feel this fucking content.
But right now, I need to let Maxxy sleep. I need to let her relax.
I’m unsure how much time passes before her breathing slows, her body sinking against me, telling me she’s asleep.
This is something I need.
Her sleeping in my arms.
Us—together like this.
So I completely let go and rest, closing my eyes, my thoughts running over and over everything we just did as I listen to Maxxy’s deep breathing beside me.
A few hours pass, and while she is sleeping soundly, I haven’t been able to switch off my mind. Even though it felt so fucking good, my body aches, and I need to take care of it. So I slowly ease Maxxy off me and stand, making my way to the bathroom.
My footsteps are featherlight so I don’t wake her. She needs to sleep. She’s been so caught in her own head about this whole Selene bullshit, and I’m glad I was able to help her relax. But in doing so, my back is fucking killing me, and I’m hoping that if I get some warmth into it, it might help.
Closing the bathroom door behind me, I head to the shower and turn on the faucet until the temperature is scorching. I need to loosen my back muscles. Stepping in under the steady stream of water, the intense pressure pummels my flesh, and I hiss at the burn. My skin instantly turns red, but I fight through it as I turn, leaning my hands against the wall and allowing the water to strike my back.
