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She sobbed out a cry of agreement that wasn’t formed from words.She’d welcome that now.If he wanted it.She’d open herself for him.Let him fuck her arse.Let him spill himself inside her.
“Not today, though.We must save some treats, and not gorge ourselves on them all at once.”
“Please,” she whimpered, not a hundred per cent sure what it was that she was pleading for.She was floating.
“What’s that?Not sated.Still hungry for it?Do you want me inside you, Alle?Do you want my cock in your cunt?”
“Always.”
He spread her legs wide.Possessively ran his fingers over the seam of her lips.
“I’ve been longing for this.”
“I know,” he admitted softly.“I know how much you’ve craved it.Know that I’ve craved it too.You’ve been in my dreams.In here—” He tapped his head.“—it’s not been only the once between us, but many, many times.It’s going to be many, many times, Alle.I’m letting go.I don’t know where this might lead us, but I’m letting go.The barriers are gone.Maybe all they’ve ever done is hold me back.”
“I love the real you.He’s super sexy.”
“All of me is the real me, celibate Spook, sadistic Spook.The man who’s about to make you come around his cock.I want to feel that.Every pulse of your orgasm, I want to feel it and know that it’s mine.I granted it.I gave you it.I made it happen.Ergo, I get to savour it.”
“It’s yours,” she agreed.“Go ahead, you should take it.I want you to take it or rather I want to give you it.”
“Yes,” he agreed.“I believe you, Alle.I believe you when you say that.”
He was edging her now, all covered in latex, and poised.Unhurriedly, he pushed inside her.Filling her up slowly.
Alle’s toes curled inside her shoes as he bottomed out.His balls, his hips, and abs all pressed against the smarting red skin of her arse.
“You fit me like a velvet glove, Alle.You feel perfect.”
“So do you,” she hummed in agreement.Then she lifted her head and wildly tossed it backwards, arching so that her breasts stood out.She tightened her inner muscles around him.In turn Spook hauled her tighter against him, so that she could feel the hard smooth lines of his abdomen, the ridges of his hips, and yes, that insane pressure of his cock inside of her.
Movement made it all hyperreal.
Just a few simple see-sawing rocks turned what could be an ordinary sort of union into something bigger, much grander than that, and sent an overload of pleasure arrowing up from the point where they were joined to her heart.In turn, it beat in triple time.A new rhythm like a combination forged from their two formerly separate beats.Then he was pounding her with that very same rhythm.Slamming his cock into her sheath, grinding his hips, faster and faster, making her purr beneath him.All of it became wild, a bucking, frenzied, feast of the senses that slammed the breath right out of her.
And then there was his hand, somehow snaked around her, and thrust rudely between her body and the edge of the table.His fingers gliding through her folds, targeting her clit from one side while his cock did precisely the same from within.
Orgasm hit between the space of one heartbeat and the next.It tore a wail from her body, contorted her spine, convulsed through her.Spook didn’t slow, didn’t let up.The fucking continued, savage in its brutality.She was utterly his.Claimed.Possessed.It was agony and bliss all rolled up and bound into one form.His cock was an impossibly huge brand inside her, riding her through her peak and into the crest of his.
He came in heavy, hard sobs, shouting out his joy and ownership.
“You’re mine.You’re mine,” he sighed into the sweat soaked skin of her back as his cock yielded up the last of his seed.
Stillness and silence followed, then the gentlest of kisses, first to her shoulder and then along the ridge of her cheekbone.
She blinked as his hair fell over her face, mingling white-blond strands with her fiery copper ones.“I love you,” he sighed.Her lack of response jolted him into strained alertness.“Was I too rough?God, I’m sorry.Why didn’t you say?Have I truly hurt you?”
“You weren’t too rough,” she said.“But my throat feels raw.It’s so dry, and I want these cuffs off.”
He dealt with the restraints right away, producing a small silver key.Alle rubbed the red rings around her wrists, while he found her a bottle of juice from the fridge.Once she’d swallowed it in thirsty gulps, Spook helped her to stand.
“Come this way.You can rest somewhere comfortable.Are you all right, Alle?Come, let me hold you and soothe away the aches.”
She wasn’t familiar with the layout of the bus, having only previously ventured as far as the kitchen area.Apparently the main sleeping area was on the upper deck, but at the very back of the lower floor there was a bedroom with something resembling a decent sized bed in it.
They tumbled into the space, which, unlike the rest of the bus, lacked any sort of individual mark.It was clinical and neat.Like a room someone had left behind never to return, and was now waiting pensively for a new owner.
Alle fell eagerly onto the mattress, pulling Spook down beside her.He had presence of mind enough to pull the duvet over the top of them both.For several minutes they just cuddled close, Spook’s heat spooned around her.Eventually, Alle turned over so that they were facing.She found Spook hiding a huge yawn behind his hand.“Sorry,” he mouthed.“Coming—it’s like someone flicks a switch inside my head, and I can no longer keep my eyelids open.”
