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“Has anyone had you here?” he repeats, but I’m gasping for breath, so all I can do is shake my head. That’s not what he wants, though, and I know it as soon as he tries to slip a second finger into my ass. “No, no one,” I choke out.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Hatty rears forward, sliding his dick into my pussy in one hard thrust. He doesn’t remove his fingers, though. The scissoring motion mixed with the feeling of his cock so deep inside of me is too much to take.
My orgasm rips through my body like a tsunami as wave after wave of pleasure wrecks my body. I’m crying out Hatty’s name when he finally removes his hands, but his cock is just warming up.
Grabbing my legs around the knees, he slides me through the flour and slams into me again and again. I can’t see. I can’t hear. I can’t speak.
Hatty’s lips move, and I think he’s saying mine, mine, mine, each time he bottoms out, but my body is careening down a slippery slope of orgasmic torment.
“Look at me,” he roars.
My hazy gaze snaps to his. There’s a hungry gleam in his blue eyes, his thick hair matted to his forehead as his body glistens from exertion.
“You’re mine. Promise me.”
With one final thrust, his body tenses, and I feel him twitch and expand within my walls.
“Rylan.” It’s a groan and a moan. A wail, a promise, a need that escapes his lips as he empties himself inside of me.
And just as I predicted, he’s ruined me for life.
Chapter 29
Halton
My body trembles as I hover over Rylan’s spent form. With my face pressed tightly into the crook of her neck, I can feel her heartbeat racing against my lips.
What the fuck did I just do? What was that?Shame hits my gut like a lead weight, and I pull back to see if I’ve hurt her.
Rylan’s eyes flutter open when our bodies, both covered in a sheen of perspiration, separate with a loud slurping noise. I scan her face for any signs that I’ve been too rough, but a smile eases across an otherwise tired expression.
“Sweetheart, I-I’m so sorry.”
Her smile fades quickly. “If you’re about to push me away again, you have another thing coming, Hatty.”
She’s pissed. I’m confused.
“What? No! No, that’s not it at all.” That ugly ball of shame festers in my gut, growing by the minute. I’m hovering over her delicious body, still semi erect inside of her warm, wet pussy, and I don’t know what to say to her.
“Then what is it?” She gentles her voice and ghosts her hands up and down my back.
I rest on my forearms over her, unable to pull out of her just yet. “I’ve never done that before, Rylan. Not like that. I’ve never lost control so completely. I’ve never been so …”
Hello, shame, my old friend.
“Aggressive? Dominant? Rough?”
My face snaps back to hers. “Did I hurt you?”
She stretches like a cat, and my erection grows to its full length inside of her. She glances left, then right, before wrapping her arms around my neck again.
“Nothing feels hurt. A little sore from lack of use, maybe. But not hurt. I liked this, Hatty. I like the way you make me feel. I like the way you took control, as if your life depended on the outcome of our lovemaking.”
She winces at her choice of words, but my heart expands so much I’m afraid it won’t fit inside of my chest for much longer.
“I’ve never,” I glance away, unable to shake the shame, “made love like that, Rylan. What if I’d hurt you?”
Soft, delicate hands land on either side of my face. When she turns me to face her, I see a sad understanding in those deep green irises.
