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I felt my body tense up, feeling the tightening of my pussy as it throbbed against his fingers and around his cock. The double penetration hurt but felt so fucking good at the same time.

That was all it took.

I gasped as the orgasm tore through me, my body quivering as I felt his cock throbbing.

His thrusts were wild and raging.

The mix of pain and pleasure grew in intensity as his cock ripped into me, but I loved it.

“This pussy is mine. Mine.”

He thrust harder one last time, burying his cock in me, and I could feel him coming, filling up the condom inside of me.

I felt his hands on the small of my back, rubbing it gently as I caught my breath.

“You look amazing like that,” Locke whispered to me, running his fingers through my hair.

“How do I look?” I murmured, my voice thick with exhaustion. I knew I was still on all fours, ass in the air, but had yet to move from the position he’d fucked me in.

“Don’t move an inch,” Locke ordered, as he got up from the couch. Although I didn’t think I could move if I wanted to. Not yet, at least.

He walked into the kitchen. In the corner of my eye, I could see him coming back with a wet towel.

I turned my neck, and realized his naked form was everything I had imagined it would be. My eyes roamed over his body, admiring the broad shoulders, the thick, strong arms, and the defined chest. A man who was a perfect balance of sexiness and masculinity.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. “And keep that perfect ass of yours in the air unless you want me to spank it some more.”

I obediently did as he asked and felt the cool cloth on my pussy.

Maybe I should have been bashful. Maybe I should have closed my legs and tried to hide my body beneath the pillows of the couch.

But when Locke ordered, I often complied. And after what he just did to me, I only had one desire…

To do whatever the fuck Locke wanted.

He washed me gently, wiping away all traces of the sex that had taken place.

I moaned, the sound mixing with that of the cloth stroking my skin. As Locke gently cleaned me, rubbing my pussy, and then my ass, and then my thighs, I remained in position never having felt socherishedbefore. But also so submissive, and so dominated.

And he was enjoying this—taking care of me.

“Good girl,” Locke whispered as he finished.

The ache in my pussy was still there, the throbbing between my thighs still present, but the sound of Locke’s voice in my head was a comfort.

“I’m going to take you to bed so you can get some rest. Butmybed, so you’re there in the morning so I can fuck you again… and again.”

I gasped as the realization that I had just been fucked in the living room, and Locke was taking me to his bed to fuck me again dawned on me.

He pulled me to my feet, his arms wrapping around me and then sliding down until they were under my legs. I gasped as he picked me up, carrying me to the bedroom.

“There’s no turning back, Storee,” he whispered to me, his lips finding my ear. “You thought I was protective and overbearing before… Now you’re going to see what it means when you’re truly mine.”

Chapter 23

Storee

I hardly remembered falling asleep in Locke’s arms. I was so exhausted that darkness fell quickly. But when I opened my eyes again, the sun was barely beginning to rise, and I felt his arms tighten around me as his naked body was spooned up against me.

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