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Chapters (86)
  1. CRUEL PINK
  2. DEBRA ANASTASIA
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. CONTENTS
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. TAYLOR
  11. AUSTIN
  12. 6
  13. AUSTIN
  14. 7
  15. AUSTIN
  16. TAYLOR
  17. 9
  18. 10
  19. TAYLOR
  20. 11
  21. AUSTIN
  22. 12
  23. TAYLOR
  24. TAYLOR
  25. AUSTIN
  26. 13
  27. TAYLOR
  28. AUSTIN
  29. 14
  30. TAYLOR
  31. 15
  32. AUSTIN
  33. 16
  34. TAYLOR
  35. AUSTIN
  36. 17
  37. TAYLOR
  38. AUSTIN
  39. 18
  40. TAYLOR
  41. 19
  42. TAYLOR
  43. 20
  44. AUSTIN
  45. TAYLOR
  46. 21
  47. TAYLOR
  48. 22
  49. AUSTIN
  50. TAYLOR
  51. 23
  52. AUSTIN
  53. TAYLOR
  54. 24
  55. AUSTIN
  56. TAYLOR
  57. 25
  58. AUSTIN
  59. 26
  60. TAYLOR
  61. 27
  62. AUSTIN
  63. TAYLOR
  64. AUSTIN
  65. 28
  66. TAYLOR
  67. 29
  68. AUSTIN
  69. TAYLOR
  70. 30
  71. AUSTIN
  72. TAYLOR
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  74. AUSTIN
  75. TAYLOR
  76. 32
  77. AUSTIN
  78. 33
  79. TAYLOR
  80. TAYLOR
  81. EPILOGUE
  82. AUSTIN
  83. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  84. WHAT TO READ NEXT!
  85. MY DAD
  86. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

He set the vibrator directly on my clit and held it there with a firm hand. It took me past where I’d ever been sexually before. Like it had felt good, I had fun, but I was meeting a part of myself with Austin that was otherworldly.

I moaned and squirmed. The way he had me anchored and propped, there was no getting away. I was addicted to the buzz but scared of what was welling inside me. I tried to grind against the vibrator.

“Oh, are you ready for more?” Austin kept the vibrator in one spot.

I heard the crinkle of the lube packet again and the buzz of the vibrator disappeared, but was quickly replaced by Austin’s strong sure fingers. And then I felt the delicious hum of vibrations moving lower as he eased the toy inside me. Rocking gently, giving it to me inch by slow, euphoric inch. Now I could grind on something while whatever my body had planned built up. Austin’s fingers strumming my clit. I was coming. That’s what it was. In the past the small chances at pleasure had visited me.

Now it was going to hit like a revelation.

Austin encouraged me, “Just ride it out. Feel it. I can tell you’re coming. You’re pulsing. I’m going to slide my dick in. It’s happening. Please touch your nipples, it’ll feel amazing.”

He was inside now, the fullness brimming me. I pushed aside the lace of my bra and shamelessly pinched my nipples. At the same second, he swirled his hips while pulling in and out. The buzzing was still there, still present. Something was marching up me. This lust, this animal passion. My throat was hurting, and I realized it was because I was guttural moaning his name and cursing.

“Here you go. God, you’re so fucking hot. Come. Come on my cock. Let me feel you feel it.”

I felt the pursuit he was talking about. Deep in my belly, I had an ache, and in a rush, it was happening. I heard the moisture I was generating hiss against his dick.

“Oh yes. Like that. Shit. Shit.” Austin started pumping like crazy. He was hitting something deep inside me that tipped me over yet another edge. I was falling off a roller coaster and hollering his name.

His whole body tensed and his abs clenched as he came to his ending.

I was panting so loud, and so fast, it felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room. I felt Austin gently wrap his fingers around my throat. “Breathe, pretty Taylor. Take a breath or you'll burst blood vessels around your eyes.”

He was panting, too. I moved my legs and felt the wetness there. He was still wearing his condom, I was pretty sure. I sat up. “What happened?”