Page 15 of My Deepest Desire

His words send me spiraling over the brink, my second orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My vision blurs as euphoria racks my body, the force of it stealing my breath and rendering me speechless. No one has ever made me feel like this before, and deep down, I know that no one else ever will. Trey is it for me—the only man who can reach inside and touch the very core of my soul.

As I tremble with aftershocks, he slows his movements, giving me a moment to catch my breath. When his gaze meets mine once more, I can see the fire still burning within him. He’s far from finished.

“Ready for more?”

I nod, knowing that I’d follow him to the ends of the earth if that’s what he asked of me.

Trey shifts us again, dragging me to the edge of the bed and flipping me onto my stomach. He positions my feet on the floor, spreading them apart so he can fit between them. The cool air against my overheated skin is a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from his body as he lines himself up and slams back into me with a raw, primal force.

“God, Trey!” I cry out, the sudden intensity of our new position sending shockwaves through me.

“Fuck, this pussy,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “I can’t get enough of it.”

As we lose ourselves in each other once more, I know that this is where I belong—in the arms of the man who has always held my heart.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, Mouse,” he growls into my ear.

“So good…” I manage to gasp out between moans. “Never felt like this.”

“You’re mine, Maggie. Say it.”

“I-I’m yours,” I stutter, my voice barely above a whisper as bliss threatens to consume me.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Trey groans, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drives himself deeper into me, pushing us closer and closer to the edge.

Ecstasy crashes over me, and I cry out as my orgasm hits, my body convulsing with the sheer force of it.

“Fuck, Maggie!” Trey roars as he follows me over the edge, releasing his hot cum deep inside me. I can feel every twitch of his dick as it fills me, cementing the bond we’ve forged tonight.

When we’re both spent, I collapse limply onto the bed. And Trey squats down behind me, his blue eyes dark with lust as he spreads my ass cheeks and gazes at the evidence of our coupling.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, a sexy smirk playing on his full lips. “So pretty with my cum dripping out of you.”

Before I can respond, he leans forward and laps at my swollen pussy. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and I can’t help but whimper at the unexpected intimacy of the act. He flips me onto my back, hovering over me with that same sly smirk, and kisses me deeply, transferring our combined releases into my mouth.

I’ve never imagined doing anything like this before, but somehow, he makes it feel natural and sexy. I fervently kiss him back, accepting the gift he’s given me and swallowing it withouthesitation. This moment, right here, encapsulates the depth of our connection—unfiltered, raw, and breathtakingly real.

“Can’t believe you just did that,” I whisper, still reeling from the intensity of our shared experience.

Trey’s smirk remains, and he leans in close. “Can’t believe my good little girl liked it,” he teases with a devilish glint in his eyes. “And there’s so much more we’re gonna do.”

My cheeks flush at the thought, but before I can say anything else, Trey tells me to get comfortable in the bed and that he’ll be right back. I’m too worn out to question him, and I let my body sink into the soft mattress.

When Trey returns, my heart melts as he spreads my legs and gently cleans me up with a warm, wet cloth. He’s tender and caring, making me feel beautiful, sexy, and cherished all at once.

“Thank you,” I murmur, unable to find the words to express my gratitude.

“I’d do anything for you,” he replies, tossing the cloth into the bathroom before climbing back into bed with me. Trey tugs me into his side, wrapping his strong arms around me as we cuddle. His warmth envelops me, and I’ve never felt safer or more loved. He looks deep into my eyes, and his voice is low and sincere when he says, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Trey,” I reply without hesitation, feeling the truth of those words down to my very soul.

“You’ll always be mine, Mouse,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck. “For the rest of my life.”

As I nestle into the crook of his arm, I realize that if being with Trey is my reward for all the years of heartache and tears, then every single minute was worth it. And as we drift off to sleep, entwined in each other’s arms, I know that I’ve finally found the happiness I’ve been searching for.

EPILOGUE

TREY

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