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He fell forward as I took heaving breaths in his arms, my body so overcome with sensation it didn’t know what to do or how to react.

I felt my body shaking. Hugh crawled behind me, his arms holding me close to him.

My tears kept coming and I couldn’t get them to stop. It was like I’d opened some bottomless drawer in myself. I had no choice but to let everything out before I could close it again. I wasn’t sad... I felt free.

His embrace was warm and strong, and I leaned into him, both of us catching our breath and taking in what passed between us. That wasn’t sex. Well, not any sex I’d ever had before.

“Hugh?” My voice was hoarse.

“Hmm?” He kissed my shoulder and I smiled at the gesture. This man really was becoming one of the most complex people I’d ever met.

“This was…” I sniffled, there was a lot that I wanted to say, but I couldn’t put it into words.

“I know,” was all he said.

CHAPTER 18

HUGH

Denise was glued to my front, and we were lying across the back of the couch we’d just defiled. I was folded up like a pretzel and my legs were starting to go numb. I didn’t mind because she was in my arms, sweat clinging to her skin, her voice hoarse from pleading with me for every stroke I gave her of my dick.

We were thoroughly spent. My fingers drew patterns against her damp skin as she caught her breath.

When I’d asked her about her punishment, I realized that she yearned for it. She wasn’t ready to beg for it… But she would be soon enough.

I don’t even think she realized what pain did for her.

It possessed her, released her from all of her frustration to make way for all of that bliss and ecstasy that her mind wouldn’t let her feel. For Denise, pain elevated her body from her mind. Her thoughts were stuck on the worldoutside this room, but when she was occupied with pain, the only thing she felt was hunger for more. For me.

Every stinging slap from my palm worked to bring her to a place where all she felt was euphoria. The tears were a physical release of all the things she was holding tightly coiled inside her.

We sat there for a while longer.

“Okay, I think it’s really time for bed.”

She stood. Her jeans were locked around her ankles, leaving her gloriously naked from the waist down. She shook her legs free and stretched, her thighs wet as her full lips dripped with our cum. She flinched a little, half reaching for her pussy before she stopped. A hum grew in my chest at the sight.

“I was waiting for you to ask.” I stood, watching her bare ass as it bounced. She looked back at her cheeks to see a smattering of bruises already growing beneath the skin. Tentatively, she reached out and brushed one cheek. She didn’t wince in pain, but she would feel them tomorrow.

I grabbed her questing hand. My fingers interlaced with hers as we walked out of the living room. When she tried to pull free of my hand to go to the guest room, my grip turned to steel.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Displeasure coated my words.

“Pajamas?” she asked. I could hear the annoyance in her words.

“Nah,” I replied, dragging her toward my room.

“What do you mean,nah?” She couldn’t keep the irritation out of her voice and I smiled.

I pulled her in and backed her against the hall closet, watching her breath catch and her eyes go wide. My fingers found her chin and I raised her face up so she could look me dead in the eye.

“When you’re riding my face later, I don’t want to have to tear anything away from that pretty pussy. You think you’re sore now, gorgeous? Just wait.”

I pressed a chaste kiss to her lips as she sputtered. There was a look of horror that crossed her face, but I ignored it.

Women will gag on a fat dick, but you ask them to turn your face into a fuck toy and they act like having pussy in the face is an inconvenience.

If I was given a choice, suffocating in Denny’s gushing pussy sounded like the way to fucking go.

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