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“Hold on,” he tells me softly, arm hooking around my middle, lifting us both.
I’m laid down with my head to the footboard and turned onto my belly. My hands are pulled to the wooden bars and clamped into place by only one of his. His other hand slips beneath me. Brushes down my belly to cup my mound.
With the slowest invasion, he pushes back inside me. He fills me until I’m gasping and shuddering into the mattress. My knees are pulled up and wide, giving him every inch to sink into until there is no more.
“Daddy,” I blurt unconsciously, unintentionally. It comes out of me with the natural hiccup of someone pleading for relief.
Van groans into the back of my neck. His fingers tighten around mine. His hips buck. Unhurried. Slow, rhythmic drives that match the hold of his finger on myclit.
No rubbing.
No teasing.
He pins my switch and thrusts with maddening deliberation.
“Faster,” I breathe, trying to lift my hips, but the position has me immobile. Completely at his mercy.
“Shhh,” he shushes me gently. “Let it happen.”
I’m ready to ask him what, when the first spark tightens my muscles. The weight of his thumb against my clit guides the fire to where I need it the most and I shudder. My thighs quiver. I try to push down, but his bulk won’t budge.
“Van ... Please, please...”
“You will learn to ache for me,” he says, voice a rough thread of control growling into my ear. “And cum for me. You will hold until I allow you release.”
His thumb shifts.
A nudge. Barely sufficient. A slow grind...
That’s all it takes.
I shatter.
The orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave. It drowns me, pulls me under until I’m a hazy hum of nerves and shrieking bells and limbs I can’t move as he continues with his steady pumps. My body convulses, inner walls clenching around him with relentless spasms. I sob into the mattress as he carries me right to the end.
“That’s my good girl. That’s it.” He smooths his thumb over my clit with light strokes that have me fighting the overstimulation. Struggling as he teases my sensitive switch. “Keep going. Milk me. Let me breed your tight hole.”
It’s hard to say no when he’s driving deeper, flicking faster. It’s hard to speak at all when he’s giving me no choice.
I cum again and wheeze when he joins me. when his cock twitches deep inside me and empties.
“Take it,” he pants into the side of my neck. “Suck every drop.”
I think I do. I can’t be sure when I collapse with him on top of me. His cock stays wedged in my fluttering channel long after I start dozing in his arms.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
EVERLY
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I open my eyes to streaks of gold and pink slashing across my ceiling. The early morning light filters through the curtains, emphasizing the best sleep I’ve ever had. The kind that seeps into the very marrow of your soul and leaves you floating in the sweetest warmth.
I lie still in the possessive embrace of the two cocooning me. I lie in the protective enclosure of their arms and legs knotted around me in their sleep. They grip me with such ... tenderness it breaks my heart.
Such silly men,I think fondly, a smile lifting on my lips as I brush my palm over Van’s back. Through his hair. I crane my neck and brush a kiss to the crown.
He’s curled into my front, arms hooked around my waist. His face is nuzzled between my breasts, settled over my heart while Lachlan grips me from behind. The weight of his arm hooked across my middle holds me pinned to the warmth of his chest cradled along my back. It’s the same position I woke up to the morning after the bar, right down to me wearing Lachlan’s shirt.
