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When he bottoms out, he leans forward to whisper in my ear.

“Hold on tight, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck the cum outta you.”

His words ricochet around my body, lighting me up from the inside out, before hitting my cock. It throbs where it hangs in between my legs with nothing to rub against. My heavy balls pull up tight, ready to take whatever beating Everest doles out.

His fingers dig into my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me. He pulls out, deceptively slow, until only the tip of his cock remains inside.

Then he fucks me.

Brutally. Savagely. Untamed.

The sound of skin slapping against skin rings in my ears. The impact of his balls hitting my taint reverberates through me. The piston of his cock, tearing through my hole, ignites a fire inside me and I burn.

Pleasure rages, hot and fervent, consuming me whole. The smell of sweat saturates the air. The scent of our sex, of the two of us combined—there’s nothing else like it in the world, there’s nothing else that reaches so deep inside me, that rocks me to the core.

Everest shifts, changing his angle so the head of his cock hammers directly on my prostate. I can’t stop the scream that rips from my throat and my body curls around the pillow I’m clutching.

It’s too much. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. Shockwave after shockwave bombard my senses, propelling me to the brink of passing out.

My knees give way, my body collapses onto the bed. Everest doesn’t stop, doesn’t even falter. He keeps pounding me into the bed, driving into me faster and harder until I can’t take it anymore.

I scream into the pillow as the orgasm devastates me. Every cell in my body explodes with pleasure so pure it cannot be contained. Every thought is obliterated from my mind. Every muscle liquified. The orgasm courses through me, unrelenting, fueled by Everest’s cock drilling on my prostate.

Then molten heat floods my ass, triggering another orgasm as I accept Everest’s cum into my body. It’s searing, like it’s branding me, marking me. My body is Everest’s property. My heart belongs to him. I am his and no one else’s.

His heavy weight covers me as I twitch with aftershocks. I want to stay here forever, where there’s nothing but the hum of pleasure, where the outside world can’t intrude.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

EVEREST

Ivy’s birthday party sneaks up on us. Or actually, I should say it sneaks up on me. Because Owen is all over that shit.

We’d talked about keeping it low-key, just us and the grandparents, because like, Ivy ran out of the house when she should’ve known better. And like, as her parents, we’re supposed to discipline her, right? Taking away the big, fancy party felt like an appropriate punishment to me.

But nope. This is Ivy’s first birthday without her mom and dad, so Owen is determined to make it the most epic birthday party of the year. It’s actually kind of out of control.

He ordered a bouncy castle for the backyard, a magician, a balloon person-dude, and a live band. There are two sets of everything—caterers, gift bags, open bars—one for the kids and the other for the parents. I’m not usually one to balk at how much we’re spending, but honestly… I’m too scared to ask.

Owen took Ivy shopping for a birthday outfit and they came home with like, five different options. The little fashion show they put on for me that night was cute, butfiveoutfits?! Seriously?

You know what, though? Whatever makes Owen happy. That’s been my motto since that day he broke down. It shook me to see him like that, so beaten and defeated, but on some level, I wasn’t that surprised. Owen is more fragile than he seems. That’s why he hides behind such thick walls all the time. The fact that he’s let me inside, that he lets me see him at his weakest and most vulnerable, it’s a privilege I will never take for granted.

Owen is up before the sun on the day of the party, phone in one hand and a clipboard with a printed checklist in the other. The living room is already filled with perfectly neat rows of gift bags he prepped last night. I couldn’t believe the amount of time he spent arranging the colorful tissue papers so they stuck out of the bags just right.

The bouncy castle people arrive early, and Owen supervises as they set up the unicorn-themed monstrosity in the backyard. The thing is huge, and it even has a blow-up slide attached to the side that kids can access from inside.

Caterers take over our kitchen, kicking me out before I even finish my morning coffee. The band hauls their sound and stage equipment through the middle of the house. I’ve never seen so many people—so many strangers—in the house like this before, and I kind of don’t know what to do with myself.

When the grandparents get here, Mom and Alyssa take Ivy upstairs to get ready. Owen puts Dad and Mark to work making sure all the vendors are staying on task. Meanwhile, I wander from room to room, trying to stay out of everyone’s way.

“Where’s Ivy?” Owen demands, appearing in front of me out of nowhere. He’s all up in my face like I abducted her or something.

“Uh, upstairs still?”

Owen glances toward the stairs as if that will confirm her location, then checks his watch for the millionth time. His brows are bunched together and his eyes are narrowed in intenseconcentration. He looks like he’s about to go to war, or like he’s hyping himself up for a big deadlift.

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