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I had said her real name again, letting it slip. But she was Ramona now, not Kylie.
Ramona blinked up at me, subtle twitches coursing through her nerves. Once she was still, I slowly shifted my fingers back into that beak shape, then removed my fist. Her come gushed out in a clear liquid, soaking the bedspread. She covered her face, groaning in embarrassment, but I laid on my stomach between her legs, licking her pussy lips and clit, her body shivering against me. She tasted sweet, and I couldn’t get enough.
“That’s so gross,” she said, her cheeks bright red. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”
“It’s fucking hot,” I said.
“But isn’t it like pee or something—”
I put a finger to her lips. “I don’t care what it is,” I said. “It was an involuntary reaction to an orgasm, and that’s fucking hot. I want to make your body do that again and again.” I pulled her hands into mine, kissing the tops of her knuckles. “Seeing you let go like that drives me wild.”
She reached for my cock, but I shook my head. “Relax, baby,” I said. She gave me a sleepy smile, then closed her eyes.
I grabbed a cool washcloth from the master bathroom and gently cleaned her pussy, soothing her raw skin. In the end, the machine’s phallus and my fist were more forgiving than the torture devices at the Masquerades, but it was still a lot for her body to go through. She would be sore tomorrow. She’d feel me there for a few days.
I tossed the washcloth to the side and wrapped my arms around her. Our skin clung together, sticky with sweat, but it was better that way. She was too exhausted by pleasure to protest, and I reveled in that vulnerability. It was another show of trust.
My dick was still hard, pressed against her ass, and she wiggled her hips against me. I growled. I wanted to fuck her.Damn it.I wanted to thrust my cock inside of her so fucking bad. But this wasn’t about me.
This was about Ramona’s pleasure. Her healing.
Kien. Lennon. Manner.
“They’re never going to hurt you again,” I whispered. “I promise.”
Her chin dipped, contemplating my words. But then she pulled my arms tighter around her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I kissed her ear and held her close. “I’m here for you, Kylie,” I said quietly, letting her real name slip out again. “I’m not going anywhere now.”
A soft breath escaped her lips, and with that, she fell asleep in my arms.
CHAPTER 15
Ramona
I stretched my hands across the bed, reaching for Finn, but he wasn’t there. The twins’ laughter floated through the house like wind chimes. I glanced at the clock; it was the early afternoon. How had I slept that long?
But I knew how. My body ached like I had sprinted an entire marathon, but it had been worth it.
I stood up, grabbing a silky robe lying on the back of the accent chair. I wandered across the bedroom, but it felt different, like everything meant more now. The fibers on the rug brushed my feet, and the robe’s fabric swam like liquid on my skin. I checked the full-length mirror, opening the fabric, gazing at my body. There were still the same silvery lines cross-hatching my stomach, but this time, there was a light red tint to my pussy, and I didn’t look away in shame. Finn had been so enamored with me. Stretch marks. Body odor. Scars. Female ejaculation and all. He made the trauma transform into pleasant memories.
It was almost like I could do anything, and that’s what kept me going.
I followed the giggling chorus to the main kitchen. Flour and sugar covered the island’s surface, and all three of them—Finn, Leon, and Larkin—were dusted in it. I slid onto a bar stool seat on the other side of the counter. Two round chocolate cakes rested on top of a cooling rack.
“Dump it like this, Larkin,” Leon said, carefully adding more powdered sugar to the whirring stand mixer.
“He said ‘dump,’” Larkin giggled, grabbing the milk, ready to pour the entire carton into the bowl. “He said ‘dump,’ Daddy. That’s like poop!”
“Andyoujust said ‘dump’ too,” Finn said. She giggled again.
“No, Larkin!” Leon exclaimed, putting up a hand before she could pour any more milk. “No. Not yet. Daddy said not yet. We have to wait! We have to see if the frostingneedsit!”
“Can I—” Larkin started. She stuck a finger down to the bowl while the stand mixer was still spinning and my heart leaped into my chest.
“Lark—” I said.
