Chapter 44
Forty-Four
A good brownie never breaks a promise.
Unless there’re sixteen of the fuckers. Then they should get the option of tapping out. - Arienna
If someone asked me a few hours ago if I wanted to come sixteen times, I would’ve said yes. Like hel fucking yes. Like sign me up right this second yes. Like I will sell you my firstborn child yes.
But now?
After the eleventh orgasm?
After my legs have gone past the point of trembling and are fully standing in the area called ‘can’t bloody well feel them’?
After my heart feels like it’s run a marathon and is now about to pole vault into a heart attack if he simply looks at me like he wants to start again?
After I have come so many times I am starting to feel dehydrated?
Yeah… no. No, I am done. Completely and utterly done, and if he touches me in a sexual way ever again, I am going to cry.
His elbow nudges mine as he shifts on the floor beside me. Eyes widening, I shove him away and roll down the tunnel. “No!” I shout. “No, no, no, no, no. You have to stop. Go watch porn or something. I’ll find you another woman. Or three. I don’t even care.”
I wrap my arms around myself, then drop them to my sides again, not even liking me touching myself. Ugh. Every part of me is so flippin’ sensitive.
“Please don’t touch me anymore.” Tears leak out of my eyes in pathetic drips of desperation. They would’ve been flowing rivers had I any liquid left inside of me. And the vagina isn’t even connected to the tear ducts, I’m pretty certain. That’s just how done my body is with the whole thing.
His chuckle makes me shiver, makes me recall how he laughed with his fingers inside me when I asked to become his cum bucket.
Ugh. Even his freaking laugh is too much.
When the air shifts in front of me, signalling his close proximity, I whimper. “Please, no.”
“You picked sixteen,” he murmurs, his calloused hands roaming across my naked body. “I still have five left to give you.”
“I didn’t know that’s what the number meant!” I try to swat his hands away, but he grabs them at the wrists and pins them above my head. Holding them with one hand, he lifts one leg over my body and crawls on top of me.
Cupping my breast in his free hand, he kisses my face. I turn my head, dodging his lips, but he just lowers his mouth to my neck.
My body – my traitorous, dumbass body slowly starts to heat again. Whimpering, I squirm beneath him.
“And don’t think you can try to fake the rest of them like you did with the last two,” he growls with my nipple in between his teeth. “Each one you fake, I’m going to add two to your final number.”
“You’re a monster!”
His teeth release me in an instant. He shifts on top of me, the heat of his face settling above mine. “Say your safe word then.” His words are soft and challenging.
In the darkness, I can’t breathe.
Trembling, I struggle to keep my ass on the ground. I can feel the hardness of his delicious cock, the cold piercing on my stomach. And I want it, dammit. Because my body, as he is constantly showing me, isn’t mine anymore. It’s his.
His to command.
His to pleasure.
His to take.
Ugh. The flippin’ traitorous bastard.
“But…” I swallow. “I never picked one out.”
“So use mine this time. Do you remember what it is?”
I whimper. “Yes.”
“Tell me,” he pushes, wanting to be sure.
“Peace treaty,” I squeak.
“Good.” His hand slides down my stomach to his cock. Gripping himself, his knuckles rap against my flesh with every upward pump. “Say that again, and I’ll stop.”
Another whimper escapes me.
But “peace treaty” never does.
Chuckling, he kisses my throat. Making his way back down my body, he licks and sucks and worships.
I can hear his hand moving against his shaft, and I wish it was mine. He pumps himself hard as he trails the end of his cock down my skin. The touch of his metal piercing causes me to shiver. He slides it in between my thighs.
Pushing against my entrance, he slams into me. My back arches. A cry escapes.
As the wet slap of our bodies echo in the tunnel, he rubs my clit and kisses my lips.
He wraps one of my legs around his hip, but I don’t have the energy to keep it there. When it slides off him, he slides out of me, turns me over, and forces me to kneel low.
His cock trail a wet line across my ass.
His hand slaps my left cheek, causing me to jump despite my exhaustion. Grabbing my ass, he pulls me onto his cock. His hands jerk me up and down, forcing me to ride him at a pace I can’t keep.
The pressure builds inside of me.
The hard thickness of him fills me.
The grunts and moans of his pleasure and the hard slap of our bodies consume my senses until I’m lost in an ecstasy I both hate and love at the same time.
Exhausted but horny – what a horrible feeling.
His wet thumb slides across my back hole. “I’m going to fuck this later tonight,” he promises. “After you’ve had your sixteen, I’m getting mine.” He slaps my ass again. Fucks me faster. Harder. Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he bends me backwards.
His cock is like a machine inside of me. Pumping with a stamina that shouldn’t be possible. How is he still going? Scratch that, how is he still hard?
Despite myself, I start to pant. I touch myself, squeezing my breasts, then trailing my fingers down to my clit. As he pounds into me, his hand tightens around my throat, cutting off my airway. A fuzzy dizziness creeps into my mind, my body, making me feel alive and sluggish at the same time.
I gasp for air he won’t let me have.
I rub myself for an orgasm my body won’t give me.
Reaching up, I grab his wrist, trying to pull him away.
His lips touch my ear. “Come for me first. Then I’ll let you breathe.”
My pussy clenches. My lungs ache. As my body becomes heavier, fuzzier, I surrender to the sensations. To him.
Squeezing his cock, I come on a shuddering wave of ecstasy.
His hand relaxes. I suck in air. The dizziness subsides, but my body still buzzes, still hums from the feelings he’s giving me.
His hand tightening on my throat again, he shoves his thumb up my ass while slamming me all the way down on his cock. A groan escapes him as he comes inside me for the first time tonight.
He’s come once to my twelve.
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
He chuckles. “I am.”