THE NYMPHOMANIAC

Baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it
I'ma leave it open like a door, come inside it
Even though I'm wifey, you can hit it like a side chick
Don't need no side dick, no

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CHAPTER XXXIII

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THE SILENCE THAT rang in my ears was loud as I stood there, bent over his desk with my ass completely bare for the whole world to see.  Waiting for him to do something. It was quite embarrassing really how he hadn't touched me yet my arousal seemed to seep out of me either way. Maybe it was the anticipation.

My heart beat harder in my chest at the sound of his footsteps drawing nearer and nearer to me, but I willed myself to keep still. Finally, I felt his hands on me. Jus the tips of his fingers, tracing from my hips to my waist and hitching my large shirt up.

“You'll need a safe word before I start,” he said, his voice deep, yet soft and as smooth as honey to my ears. I just wanted to feel him in me. “Although, knowing you, you'll probably like everything I'll do.” I could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, his hands now completely off me. “Still, to be safe. You decide.”

“Me?”

He hummed his confirmation instead of the usual sarcasm I expected from him. At this point, I really just asked him stupid questions to hear his responses, but I digress. I was being faced with an issue that I needed to solve. I needed a suitable word, preferably a single syllable, that had absolutely nothing to do with our bedroom activities. A word that would be easy to remember.

“Time is ticking, sweetheart,” he said into my ear, his body above mine and filling me with a warmth that made my whole body buzz. I leaned into him, a hum escaping my lips as he pressed a small kiss to the side of my head. I just loved being close to him.

“Cloud,” I finally found myself whispering into the silence. “The safe word is cloud.”

Daniel smiled against my skin, his hand traveling down my body from my neck, over my breasts to just above my pussy. I shivered at the feel of his touch, but said nothing else as he slowly removed his body from mine and took steps away.

I let out a shaky breath in a bid to compose myself and patiently waited for the next thing he was going to do. Or in this case, say because it was his voice that broke the silence next.

“I was going to give you a choice,” he said, his voice sounding further away from me than I would've liked. There was the sound of a belt buckle in the distance which confused me because he was wearing sweatpants the last time I checked. “But because I'm so nice, I made the decision for you.”

I couldn't help but snort at his last words, which had prompted him to make his way back over to me. He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled my body into his as he spoke into my ears.

“For your sake, you should hope I'm nice to you tonight because you really don't want to see how I'm like when I'm mean,” he muttered, pressing his boner into my ass and making me moan softly despite the pain. “So what am I, sweetheart?”

“Nice,” I forced out, making him let go of me.

“That's what I thought.”

I couldn't help the way my body shivered at the threat in his words. I didn't want to speak too soon, but I was almost certain that I would like mean Daniel just as much as I liked the nice. Considering the fact that the nice one wasn't actually nice, it was a given.

I moaned again at the feel of his warm hands massaging my ass, making the fountain between my legs increase its intensity as I squeezed my thighs together to help numb down the ache between them.

“I was going to make you choose between my hand and my belt,” he said, making me furrow my brows in confusion. There was plenty things that both his hands and a belt could do, but considering the way he was feeling up my ass, I could guess what he had in mind. “But, considering its your first time...” Without warning, his hand came down hard against my left cheek, making me cry out in pain and lurch forward, but he only grabbed my waist and pulled me back into him. “I guess hand it is. Now count.”

“One,” I muttered softly as I blinked away the tears that were forming in my eyes. I wasn't in the mind to disobey him because as he said, I had nice Daniel right now and any inconvenience that I may purposely cause could bring out mean Daniel who would have no issue with replacing his hand with a belt.

He brought his palm against my ass again, making me hiss and squeeze my eyes shut, but still mutter "two" under my breath because he was doing something very right. Two things were happening at that point. My arousal seeping out of me like a waterfall, covering my inner thighs as well as my ass. And in that moment, I also found myself fantasising about what his belt would feel like.

“Look how red you are already,” he muttered as he massaged the area he had been spanking me, almost as if marvelling at his own work. “I almost feel bad.”

As he said that, he raised his hand and struck my ass again, making me whimper and stretch myself out onto the desk. Clearly, he didn't feel bad enough to stop. One part of me wanted to run away, but the other part wanted to get closer to him and get as much pleasure as I possibly could from the situation becauseit was starting to feel really good. Was I just fucked up or was this normal?

It was almost impossible to decipher between pleasure and pain.

I obediently continued counting every time he would strike my ass, ignoring the way my body lurched forward, away from and I kept my teeth gritted to prevent me from screaming. By the tenth time he struck me, my ass was burning and felt raw and made me question if I was going to be able to sit at all on it the next day. I wondered how red it must've looked from his angle, but upon feeling his hand come down against my sensitive skin again, I figured "not red enough" had to be the answer.

“E-eleven.”

Daniel hummed in satisfaction, his hands gently massaging my ass cheeks and eliciting a moan from escaping my parted lips. I wished he would massage somewhere else, but this was a punishment where my wishes weren't granted so I had to take what I got.

He had hit me four more times before he had finally come to a stop and his hands ventured elsewhere around my body. One hand wrapped around the back of neck and forced me up, making me hiss at how rough he was being with me.

“How many was that?” he asked, his voice low and cautionary as he held me close to his chest and brought his hand around my front.

“Fifteen.”

“Good,” he drawled out, making my heart skip a beat in my chest. His voice was so deep, but I honestly didn't care about that. I just wanted to find out how deep in me he could be. “It seems like someone may have enjoyed it a bit too much.”

My breath hitched in my throat at the feeling of his hand between my upper thigh, gathering all of the wetness that coated that specific area. Every now and again he would brush my lips, just over the place I needed him most.

“Who? Me or you?” I asked in regards to the boner in his pants, clearly not learning my lesson. Where was the fun in that?

His hand around my neck tightened, but then a low chuckle escaped his lips as he dropped his hand from my neck to the hem of my shirt instead. As his hand travelled under my shirt, up my stomach all the way to my bare chest, his other hand finally slipped between my folds and massaged my clit, his index finger finding my entrance and gently pushing into me.

I threw my head back, my lips parted and my eyes closed as I focused on the sensations of Daniel's hands on me; in me. His other hand was on my breast, massaging the sensitive skin and then rolling my already taut nipples between his index and middle finger.

The pleasure coursed through my body, overriding the pain and filling my every fiber with a warm buzz. I felt his tongue on my neck, making me wonder where else his tongue could be, giving me uninimaginable amounts of pleasure.

“This is what you want, right?” he asked into my ear, eliciting a shiver from me as he continued to merciless fuck me with his fingers. “Or you want something else? Something more?” I threw my head back against his shoulder, a loud moan leaving my lips as he pushed a second finger into me. Yet, oddly enough, he was right.

This wasn't enough. I wanted more. I wanted him.

“I want you,” I moaned, my arm coming around his neck to pull him closer as if he wasn't impossibly close already. My legs were spread apart, my wetness dripping down my thighs and my nipples were uncomfortably hard, rubbing against the coarse material of his shirt. By now it was more than a want. “I need you.”

“Show me,” he said into my ear, pulling my nipple tight, “Show how much you need me. Show me who you belong to.”

I arched my back, conveniently pressing my chest into his hands as he kneaded it. I was too overwhelmed with the pleasure coursing through my body to focus on anything else. I was a panting mess, feeling my nearing orgasm only at the feel of his fingers in me and nothing else. I hoped he appreciated the intense effect he had on my body because most days, I surely didn't.

My moans got louder and more frequent, my hips bucking against his movements as I buried my hands in his hair. I could feel the wetness trailing further down my thigh, making me imagine just how wet Daniel's fingers must've been which had only been the thing to send me entirely over the edge.

Daniel held my body tighter to his as I began to convulse, yet still kept thrusting his fingers into me, not halting his movements even as I begged him to.

“Just like that, princess,” he encouraged, rubbing small circles into my sensitive clit. “Show me how much you need me.” I felt his lips on the side of my neck, placing small kisses on my skin as I whimpered, finally coming down from my high. He slipped his fingers out of me, trailing each digit over my clit, making me buck before bringing them to my mouth and coating my lips with my essence. “Only my fingers,” he chuckled, “and she said she wasn't mine.”

He slipped his hand between my lips, making me taste my own cum off the tips of his fingers. I moaned around them, pressing myself further into him and moving my ass against his dick, making him groan and grasp my breast tighter.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth once I had licked then completely clean. He gently turned me around so I could face him and without warning he brought his lips down against mine in a rough kiss.

His hand came to the back of my head, holding me steady as he slipped his tongue between my lips and tasted my cum off my own tongue. I moaned around him, completely focused on him and not anything else in the world. He brought his hand to the hem of the shirt I had on and quickly tugged it up, making me raise my arms so he could get it up and over my head.

Once he did, he tossed it onto the desk and took a moment to run his eyes over my body, now completely bare to him. I couldn't help the heat that creeped up my neck as I willed myself not to cover up. It was hard to remember the last time I had been completely naked in front of him.

He let out a groan and threw his head back, his erection creating a huge tent in his pants that only made me want to get on my knees and put him in my mouth. Before I could do that, he grabbed the back of my thighs and without much effort, hoisted me up so my legs wound around his waist.

I let out a surprised squeak and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body into his as he carried me over to the bed as if I had lost the ability to walk. He carefully placed me in the centre of the bed, resting my head on the pillow as he hovered over me.

“Fuck, you're perfect,” he muttered as he kissed every inch of my face, making my heart flutter in my chest as I smiled up at him. His lips fell on mine again in a passionate kiss before I could respond, eliciting the need in me to press my hips into his to try and get as much friction against my aching clit as I could.

He chuckled into the kiss before breaking it and trailing hot, wet open-mouthed kisses from my jaw all the way down to my chest. I let out a small hiss once he had finally reached my breast, his tongue switling over my hardened nipple as I bit down on my bottom lip. Was that something my body did on its own or was it because he knew me too well? He knew all the things that me gasping and toes curling in ecstasy.

He sought out my gaze and once he finally caught it, he didn't break it as he wrapped his lips around the hardened bud, swirling his hot, wet tongue around it before pulling away and letting the cold night air tickle my skin.

Goosebumps riddled my body as he kept kissing his way down, past my abdomen, over my naval until he was right above the place where I needed to feel him the most. His eyes remained on me, watching my face as it contorted with pleasure once he had finally dipped his head between my legs.

“Shit!” I moaned, taken by surprise at the pleasurable feeling of his hot, wet tongue on my most sensitive spot. I bucked my hips, making him groan and push me down against the bed, pinning me there.

His tongue flicked against my clit, moving up and down in the way he knew always drove me crazy. I was surprised he still remembered. I buried my hands in his hair, his curls tickling my palms as I pulled his face as close to me as I could possibly get him.

My grip on him was tight, my eyes squeezed shut as I tried to handle the pleasure shooting directly up my spine in that second. Daniel wasn't there to play with me either. He did everything he knew he could do that would leave me a writhing mess on his bed, my own arousal dripping from me onto his sheets. I felt his finger at my entrance, slowly pushing its way into me but before I could get away, he had slipped it completely into me.

I collapsed into the bed, my hands fisting the sheets as I arched my back into the air.

“Fuck, Daniel,” I moaned, making him respond as if he was answering. “Please don't stop. Fuck, keep doing that.”

His eyes remained on me, darkened completely with lust as I buried my one hand in his hair and used the other to massage my tits. He pulled away and let out another low groan again, allowing me the time to catch my breath before wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me right against his mouth again. I struggled in his grip, trying to push his head away but he only buried his fingers into my thigh, making me cream at the combination of both pleasure and pain. Of course, he greedily lapped it up before adding a second finger which had successfully sent me right over the edge.

I let out a loud cry, tears brimming my eyes as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. I felt like I was losing my sanity, unaware of how much time was passing between us as it felt like everything had stopped.

Daniel had drank up my cum as I gave it to him, a humoured glint in his eyes as my body spasmed and I struggled as much as I could to get away from him. Instead of slowing down, he spread my thighs further apart, opening me up and making more receptive to the pleasure he was forcing me to take.

I had no other option but to lay there and take it, moans and whimpers and cries for mercy escaping my mouth yet all of them fell on deaf ears. It was clear that after so long of not being able to do this, he was going to take full advantage of the fact he could do it now.

I wasn't sure how long I lay there, moaning and writhing underneath him but before I knew it, another powerful orgasm was ripping through my body again. The combination of his fingers on my G-spot and his tongue on my clit had me gasping for air and begging for mercy, yet even after the second orgasm directly into his mouth, he still didn't stop, making me let out a cry of terror.

It was the best torture I had ever experienced in my life.

I was a mess, coming constantly, repeatedly into his mouth with every flick of his tongue on my clit and he was absolutely ruthless. He took no mercy on me until he had left me spent on the bed, no longer able to fight the pleasure any longer.

Finally, after he had drank up the remnants of my last orgasm, he pulled away from me and knelt. My eyes followed him lazily, watching as he used his black shirt he had left on the edge of the bed to clean around his mouth from my essence. I couldn't help the smile on my face as I tiredly reached my hand out for him.

Noticing me he took my hand in his and placed a delicate kiss on my palm before directing his gaze from my eyes, to my breasts to between my legs.

“Fuck,” he muttered, the once happy look in his eyes now replaced with uncontrolled lust.

His hands went down to the tent in his pants and I found myself creaming again at the sight of him palming his erection before he cursed again under his breath and pulled his grey sweatpants from his hips. I bit my lip at the sight of his dick, unable to contain myself as I reached for him and began stroking him.

“Fuck, Lee” he chuckled this time, leaning over me to place his forehead against mine as I continued to stroke him. “Let me get out of my pants first.”

“I want you,” I moaned, not wanting to wait for anything else. He bit his lip and groaned, his hand wrapping around mine and working me up and down his length before pulling my hand entirely away from him despite the pout on my face.

He got out of his sweatpants completely and tossed them somewhere else before crawling between my legs again and leaning over my body to place a kiss on my lips. I felt his tip slip between my folds, running over my clit before he positioned himself right at my entrance. I could feel his head just pushing through, applying the smallest amount of pressure that had my heart racing as my gaze remained on Daniel, waiting for him to finally take me. I didn't think he understood how long I had been waiting for this moment, to finally have him in me again.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, making me nod my head, unable to verbally say anything. “Good,” he said, satisfied before finally pushing himself into me, not stopping until all of his inches was buried deep into me.

“Fuck,” I drawled out, my chest rising and falling as I rested my head against the pillows and spread my arms out on either side of me.

I relaxed my body, allowing myself to be more receptive to him as he hissed and placed a heavy hand on my chest to keep me steady.

“Mm,” he hummed, satisfied as he slowly rocked in and out of me, “You feel so good.”

“You're so deep,” I muttered, my voice coming out in a breathy whisper as I stared up at him. I could feel every inch of him, forcing my walls to stretch and accommodate his girth. Every vein rubbing against my sensitive spots. I was fucked. We hadn't even started and I was already going blind with pleasure. “Oh my God, it feels so good.”

He leaned down over me again and captured my lips in a rough kiss as his thrusts began to get harder and his hands groped my breasts. His chain was cool against my chest, adding to the complex feelings I was experiencing in that moment as moans of pleasure tumbled past my lips.

His tip was rubbing me in just the right spot, making me see stars as I slipped my hand between my legs and massaged my clit.

“Is this what you wanted?” he groaned as he pounded into me relentlessly, making me whimper as I tried to push him away so I could breathe. He grabbed the both of my hands and held them above my head to stop. “This is what you wanted,” he hissed, his hips slamming into mine with every thrust of his. “So you better take it like the good girl you are, understand?” I nodded my head, but he flicked my bottom lip, making me stare up at him in shock. “Do you understand?” he repeated.

“Y-yes,” I stuttered, trying to control my breathing but that wasn't enough for him as he wrapped his hand around my throat and applied a small bit of pressure.

“Yes, you what?”

“Yes, I understand!”

“Good girl,” he said, making me chest swell with pride before a loud cry from me had broken the silence between us. I struggled in his grasp to break away before resorting to digging my fingernails into my palms to help cope with the pleasure. Daniel kept thrusting into me unrelentlessly, his other hand roaming all over my body before settling to rest on my clit and giving me even more pleasure than I needed.

“Are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?” he asked as I threw my head back and let the pleasure course entirely through me.

I didn't know how if was so easy for him to tell when I was near. Was my body easy to read or did he just know the way I reacted to him by now?

I nodded my head, my mouth too occupied my the moans that kept escaping it as I arched my back into him and squeezed my eyes shut. My orgasm washed over me, stealing all of my senses away from me for a second and making it only possible for me to focus on the feeling of him exiting and then entering me again and on his fingers on my clit.

I let out a loud cry, bordering on a scream as my whole entire body shook and convulsed under him. He stilled on top of me and groaned as he willed himself to not release into me, despite the way my pussy contracted and relaxed around him.

He waited for me to calm down, I think the nicest he had been to me the whole night, before going back to mean ol' Daniel and pummelling into me as hard as he could. My body jolted upward with every thrust, but he let go of my hands and held my waist so he could pull me back into him. I kept my eyes shut tight, my fingers digging into his biceps as I wrapped my legs tight around his waist.

I felt his hand trail up my body, between the valley of my breasts, over my neck before he grabbed my chin and placed his lips on mine again. I groaned into the kiss, moving my hips along with his thrusts to get more of him as if I didn't already have enough.

“Good girl,” he praised feathering light kisses along my skin, “You're doing so good, taking my dick just like that.”

I moaned at his words, arching my back more as he knelt upright. He held my right leg against his shoulder and pushed the other one wider apart before pummelling into me again, making me see stars at the new position.

I dug my fingers into my palms, leaving red nail marks but I didn't care as another intense climax rocked through me. What was it? The fifth one for the night? Sixth?

This time, Daniel didn't stop thrusting into me as I came. He continued his movements until I had calmed down and lay limp on his bed. I could feel the sleep slowly take me over, my exhausted body freely giving into it as I relaxed further and further.

“Oh no,” he muttered, grabbing my face and slightly patting my cheek. “Stay with me, Lee. Don't give out.” I struggled to keep my eyes open, my vision going black every so often as I tried to focus. “Just one more,” he muttered as he gently kissed me lips. I couldn't even feel it with how numb and swollen they had become. “Give me one more and then I'll let you go.”

“One more?” I repeated, my words slurred as if I had drunk a whole entire bottle of whiskey myself.

He nodded and sped up his pace, making my eyes flutter shut and my lips part as multiple little moans escaped my lips. I could feel his hand wound around my neck, his other hand working tirelessly against my clit as the muscles in my abdomen contracted.

I tried to imagine being him and wondered how I felt against him. Did he feel every spasm? Every contraction of my pussy against him? Did he feel it when I clenched?

As if on command, I clenched as hard as I could around him, making him squeeze my neck slightly as a low groan escaped his lips. That was my confirmation. He felt everything.

“I'm so tired,” I muttered in my sex-induced drowsy state. Daniel squeezed my neck again, this time to wake me up from the sleep that was calling out to me.

“I know you are, but you can do it. Just one more.”

“Just one more,” I repeated again, lost in a daze of immense pleasure as he rocked in and out of me. I wasn't really listening to what he was saying to me. I didn't really care about what he said when he fucked me like this, but for some reason, I couldn't get the phrase out of my head. Just one more. “One m— oh!”

Before I could finish repeating myself for the third time, a wave of unimaginable pleasure rushed through my body, down from my head to the tips of my toes. I curled them in response to it, my fist gripping the sheets and my back arching as far as I could in the limited position. Usually I wanted to close off when I came but this time, I was completely open; completely receptive to the pleasure that he was giving me.

Sex was like a drug and right now he was my dealer. But his hands took a hold of my hips, pulling me hard against him with every thrust as my body quivered and my vagina contracted around him. I couldn't remember any of the things that came out of my mouth. As soon as the word left, I forgot what it had been, leading me to mutter incoherent jibberish as a fresh set of tears revived the dried up stream on my face.

Daniel let out groan after groan, trying to hold his own as I milked him for all his worth as I came. I couldn't help how my body reacted to him.

My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my consciousness began to slip from me again and really, nothing he could do would bring me back from it. He said one more and I gave it to him. I gave it to him harder and better than he had ever got it before.

“Fuck, baby, almost there,” he groaned as he fucked me harder. “You're doing so good.” My body bounced up and down with each thrust despite the fact that I had gone rigid from my orgasm.

His words had only gone in through one ear and left out through the other. The world had gotten blurry and harder to take in as my vision darkened considerably, but I willed myself to keep awake. I gripped the sheets hard, bit down on my bottom lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, dug my fingers into my palm all to stay awake until he finally released into me. Jets of his warm cum, filled me up like a stuffed Christmas turkey. He threw his head back and let out a loud groan of pleasure as he came into me, his dick twitching with every squirt of semenal fluid he had to offer.

I loved every second of it, my body convulsed against him in what was now my eighth orgasm. Or was it my ninth? My walls contracted against him, wanting to get every ounce of his seed until he finally began to go flaccid and pulled himself out of me.

Like a doll, I fell limp against the bed once he had finally pulled out of me. My eyes were closed, but my body was fully awake and alive with the remembrance of what we had just done. When was the last time I had been fucked as good as this?

I trailed my hands down my body, over my hardened nipples and past my stomach before spreading my legs again and letting my hands slip between them. His cum was slowly spilling out of me in squirts and coated my fingers, but I didn't care. On my lips was a satisfied smile and then the feeling of his lips on mine until he had pulled away and let the cold air hit them.

“Don't get me hard again,” he warned, clearly watching me as I relished in the aftermath of what we had just done. I felt his hands on my arm, and gently he pulled me up, his actions ever so cautious as if handling the finest of china. “Come on, princess. We need a bath.”

He wrapped my legs around his waist, not caring of the fact that cum was dripping from me onto his stomach as he carried me with him into the bathroom. I didn't think very many things bothered him when it came to me. Even if it turned out to be his biggest pet peeve.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into the crook of it, ignoring the way my nipples grazed against his chest and made my pussy even more wet than it already was. Instead, I finally let myself drift off.

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Soft hands ran delicately up and down my skin, lathering up my worn out body with the lavender scented body wash. I wasn't too focused on the fact that I was getting cleaned up but more on the feeling of his hands on my body.

I don't know if it was because of how tired I was or because of how good I had been railed only minutes ago, but something about it only got me even more heated up. I let out a low moan, my sign to show him that I was awake and as his hand ran along my torso, I grabbed it and guided him down between my thighs.

He let out a small laugh, his chest rumbling slightly against my back as he let me use his hand to give myself pleasure. “How are you still horny?” he asked, sounding surprised and confused at the same time.

“I'm a nymphomaniac.”

He laughed again and placed a small kiss on my shoulder before pulling his hand away completely and leaning back. “Sleep,” he commanded, but I was already hot and bothered so instead of begging him, I decided to use my own hands.

A let out a low moan and rested my head against his chest as I slipped a finger into myself and slowly worked it in and out. I couldn't be too rough because I was still aching from the pounding I received earlier.

Daniel said nothing, letting me know that I was allowed to keep going but he wasn't going to do it for me. I gradually increased the pace, allowing myself to slip a second finger in and rub my clit at the same time. It wasn't the same as having Daniel pleasure me, but honestly I was just looking to get off.

He placed small kisses along the skin of my neck, his hand coming around my front to grab my breast while his other hand grabbed my neck and tilted my face towards his.

Against my parted lips, he placed his own and slipped his tongue into my mouth, drawing out a moan from me as my hips bucked with my own movement. My thrusts became more feverish as he got me more and more turned on yet it was like my orgasm was nowhere near.

It wasn't enough. I needed more.

I needed him.

He smirked and pulled away, his eyes darkened with lust as he watched me moan yet struggle to finish. “Are you close?” he asked, knowing damn well that I was nowhere near close.

I slipped my fingers out and cast him a single glare before reaching my hand back for him. “Where's your dick?” I demanded, making him laugh as he gently took my hand and guided me to where his dick stood at full length, completely hard again.

I stroked him delicately, making him tighten his hold around my neck as he pulled my body closer to his. “What are you going to d, hmm?” he asked as if he didn't already know.

Without answering him, I lifted myself up and positioned myself just over him before lowering myself down on his length. He let out a small hiss once I had fully allowed myself to take all of him while I had moaned loudly and arched my back away from him.

He turned my face to kiss me again, his other hand rubbing the sensitive bud between my legs as we locked lips.

“You know this won't end anytime soon, right?” he asked, reminding me of the fact that he had already came only a few minutes ago so he was going to last way longer than last time.

I smiled and nodded my head, happily anticipating what was going to happen. He gently lifted me up until almost all of him was out of me and placed another small kiss just underneath my earlobe.

“Cancel your plans tomorrow,” he said into my ear, his voice as smooth as honey. “You probably won't be able to walk by then.”

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I don't know why, I don't really like the first bit of this, but I like the rest of it lol. Also sorry for the late update. The chapter after this one is kicking my ass so I just kinda lagged ig

Anyway, yall know how I like putting fear in the minds of my readers? I'm just gonna tell yall to prepare. This is the beginning of the end, probably marks half the book and I'm telling yall now that a lot of the hints I drop here are going to be important for the ending so start reading between the lines after this one.

Anyways, I'm gonna say goodbye and head on off to sleep.
Or maybe I won't idk yet.