Page 40 of The Count

I came a second time even harder than the first. I came so hard that it felt like my soul soared out of my body. I screamed and moaned until my voice went hoarse.

Still, he fucked me.

Still, it hurt.

But I needed it to.

I rocked my hips forward, shamelessly riding his fingers as he fucked my ass. Every ridge of his cock pushed in and out of me, wickedly cruel and wonderfully arousing.

I found myself arching to take him deeper, enjoying the feeling of his cock spearing into me in a place it wasn’t supposed to be. My clit pulsed against his fingers, and I ground against them, riding myself closer and closer to another orgasm.

In that single moment, I knew he was right.

I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay. I wanted him to give him my freedom, but a part of me wanted him to take it.

I wanted his rough hands punishing me. I wanted him to throw me down on the bed every night and fuck me so hard that I collapsed and fell asleep in his arms.

I wanted to be his wife.

I came again. And again. I came so many times that I lost count.

My body sizzled with tingling pleasure. Every nerve was overstimulated, firing over and over again with agonizing bliss that left me reeling. My asshole was sore, but I didn’t care because right now it wasn’t mine.

Right now, it belonged to him.

He thrust into me fiercely, slamming his cock in my asshole so hard that I knew I would feel it in the morning. I shrieked, bucking forward and rubbing myself against his fingers.

I came again and he roared behind me.

The first splash of his hot seed inside my ass was as wicked as it was shocking. I cried out, my eyes rolling back in my head.

That first orgasm had shattered me.

The ones that followed broke me.

This last one obliterated everything that was me.

I came so hard that I started to cry. Tears rolled down my cheeks in rivulets, even as my core spasmed with the ceaseless fits of pleasure from such a savage claiming.

It was at that moment that I knew I was his. Once and for all.

I sobbed, clutching onto the sheets beneath me as my body quaked. The aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm nearly undid me and I tried to focus on the constant feel of his cock pumping his hot seed inside me.

It was shameful.

It was everything.

I sobbed, not from pain. It didn’t hurt anymore. The only thing left was sheer numbing pleasure coursing through my limbs. He fucked me slowly, the warm feel of his seed inside me comforting.

This night had changed me forever. I would never be the same.

Gently, he pulled his cock out of my well-used asshole and his seed dripped down my thigh. I was too exhausted to even try to reach back to wipe it off. There was something that felt right about it marking me like that.

Without saying a word, he gathered me in his arms and put me down on top of the bed. His body surrounded mine. I reached for him, clutching at his chest as my tears continued to fall.

He held me for a long time after that.

Eventually, my tears dried. My breathing returned to normal. My heart was still palpitating in my chest, but that gradually calmed down too.

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