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"Shhh," I say, "we're both going to enjoy this."
"What are you doing?"
I line my cock up until the tip is pushing up against her sweet little asshole.
"You said you wanted to cry and fuck. So I'm claiming every part of you tonight."
"Oh, Donny," she says, looking over her shoulder back at me.
It's only then that the tear falls down her cheek.
She completely relaxes underneath me, allowing my cock to press into her back passage. I'm half startled when I break through.
Emotions I can't sort through smash me in the chest.
She turns her face forward again and lets her head drop to the padded bench. "Now make me scream."
As if waiting on her command, my cock jumps, thrusting as deep as my balls will allow.
I feel the usual elation at her grunt of pain.
But I still crave more. Along with the euphoria, I feel rushing waves of love and adoration for the woman whose body clenches around me like the tightest fucking glove.
I pull out and shove back in, then, still holding the wand, I pull halfway out and direct it underneath both our bodies.
I drive the mushroom electrode hard against my taint right below my balls.
Until we're both screaming and sobbing. Only then do I fuck her, wildly, until I spray every ounce of cum in my balls up her impossibly tight, clenching ass.
TEN
MADS
He's sucha sweet little thing, isn't he?
I think this even as my body still clenches, the deep, aching tremors rolling through me like aftershocks. My skin is raw and electric. Every nerve ending still sings from everything he just did.
Poor Donny. Absolutely wrecked now. We made it back to our bedroom, where he lavished me with aftercare—first in the shower, then here in bed. He was tender, worshipful, like I was a breakable little doll instead of the feral creature he just spent the last hour trying to tame. He kissed my forehead, murmured sweet things in his delicious Irish brogue, and held me close as if to make sure I wouldn't disappear.
Then, as soon as we climbed into bed? He was out like a light. Snoring within ninety seconds.
It couldn't have gone any better if I'd planned it myself.
Because I did plan it.
Mostly.
The violet wand, the exquisitely agonizing pain, the way he broke me apart and stitched me back together with every sadistic, deliciously vicious touch—oh, that part was all him. But getting him to that point? Unlocking the beast inside him, the one he's been pretending doesn't exist? That was all me.
I stay a few minutes longer, just to be sure. His snores have settled into that deep, heavy rhythm. No stirring. No twitching. He's spent. Worn down to the bone. Perfect.
I slide out of bed, ignoring the soreness that lingers between my thighs. My muscles scream in protest, but I revel in it. Every ache is proof that he let go. Proof that Imadehim let go.
Padding toward the closet, I pull on black leggings and a black sweatshirt. Can't have anything that stands out. I need to move like a shadow.
And, alright, yes, I'd been starving for a good, proper Domhnall fuck. Not that he's ever taken us like that before. Well, not since the dungeon anyway.
I smirk to myself, stretching my arms overhead. He could only unleash like that with me. Only me. No doubt he'd be worried that would scare perfect little Sleeping Beauty away. Sweet, delicate Anna, who thinks she knows him.
