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Fuck she looks so gorgeous right now. Her skin flush, pussy dripping and swollen with need, eyes glazed . . . she’s stunning. A galaxy of shining stars pulling me in with her gravity. She nods, and I guide my cock to her ass, pushing forward gently. And . . . holy shit, she feels better than I could’ve imagined. I’ll do anything for her. Feed her, clothe her, fuck her, worship her, as long as she’s mine.

CHAPTER29

Every Rose Has It’s Thorn

DUSTY

“Eyes on me when I fuck you, princess.”

It’s so much. It’s overwhelming. Oh god, how does it feel so good? He stretches me further than he has yet and it’s as if my whole nervous system gets a restart. The pleasure isn’t localized, but everywhere. All I want to do is close my eyes and ride out this wave blindly, but he wants to see my eyes so I force them open.

“Fuck, Dusty, you’re doing so good,” he grunts. Fuck, he’s so gorgeous. Glistening with sweat, his face twisting with self-restraint. I can tell he wants to just let go—to use me for himself—but he’s making sure I enjoy it and fuck, I can’t believe it, but I do.

“Joel,” I say, my voice hoarse, my brain fuzzy. “Make me come.”

He kisses me hard, his cock sinking into me deeper, and I gasp against his lips. When he leans back, I hear the buzzing from that beautiful toy, and he touches it to my clit. I fight against rolling my eyes back in my skull, unsure whether anything will ever feel this good again. Then he starts thrusting and, oh my god, it’s so good and I’m on theveryedge.

“Fuck . . . fuck,” I cry. “Oh god, Joel, just like that?—”

“I’m so close,” he grits out. “Come with me.”

Wave after wave, it builds inside me. He touches a finger to my empty wet hole, and I cry out. He slips two fingers inside as he fucks my ass, and I’m gone.

“Oh Joel! Oh god, I’m coming so hard. Fuck!”

And I do. My vision blurs with it, and bright lights pop in my eyes as fluid gushes from my pussy. Joel’s thrusts speed up, then falter as he groans and gasps. He doesn’t collapse on top of me like I imagined he would. No, instead he peppers my face with tiny kisses. Like he knows anything more right now would be too much.

I can feel every twitch and movement as he pulls out of me, and I suddenly feel empty. As he moves off of me, I roll over, tucking my knees up as I try to calm down. It’s like every emotion is heightened—the world suddenly being thrust into hypervision. Tears fill my eyes and silently spill down my cheeks.

“Shhh,” Joel soothes.

“I—I’m not sad . . . I promise,” I blurt.

He nods and kisses my forehead, wrapping himself around me. “I know. It’s intense. Just take your time. You did amazing.”

I nod and pull in a deep, shaky breath, exhaling a short laugh. “I didn’t expectthat.”

His forehead creases. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No. Not at all. That was?—”

But I don’t have the words. Brand-new? Unprecedented? Earth-shattering?

“I suppose you truly lived up to your promise,” I say, opening one eye to peek up at him.

He chuckles softly. “I’m glad you aren’t disappointed. I’ve never done that before.”

I gasp. “You—what?”

Then he throws his leg over me. “I’m just fucking with you.”

I laugh. He can always make me laugh. The light he holds in his heart and smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. If it were pitch-black, I could still find it.

“Do you want some water?” he asks as he brushes my hair back.

“Yes, please. Then I believe you have some showing off to do.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Didn’t I just do that?”

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