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Chapters (82)
  1. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  2. 1. Claire
  3. CLAIRE
  4. 2. Keller
  5. KELLER
  6. 3. Claire
  7. CLAIRE
  8. 4. Claire
  9. CLAIRE
  10. 5. Claire
  11. CLAIRE
  12. 6. Keller
  13. KELLER
  14. 7. Claire
  15. CLAIRE
  16. 8. Claire
  17. CLAIRE
  18. 9. Keller
  19. KELLER
  20. 10. Claire
  21. CLAIRE
  22. 11. Claire
  23. CLAIRE
  24. 12. Claire
  25. CLAIRE
  26. 13. Claire
  27. CLAIRE
  28. 14. Claire
  29. CLAIRE
  30. 15. Claire
  31. CLAIRE
  32. 16. Claire
  33. CLAIRE
  34. 17. Claire
  35. CLAIRE
  36. 18. Claire
  37. CLAIRE
  38. 19. Keller
  39. KELLER
  40. 20. Claire
  41. CLAIRE
  42. 21. Claire
  43. CLAIRE
  44. 22. Claire
  45. CLAIRE
  46. 23. Keller
  47. KELLER
  48. 24. Claire
  49. CLAIRE
  50. 25. Claire
  51. CLAIRE
  52. 26. Claire
  53. CLAIRE
  54. 27. Claire
  55. CLAIRE
  56. 28. Claire
  57. CLAIRE
  58. 29. Claire
  59. CLAIRE
  60. 30. Claire
  61. CLAIRE
  62. 31. Claire
  63. CLAIRE
  64. 32. Keller
  65. KELLER
  66. 33. Claire
  67. CLAIRE
  68. 34. Claire
  69. CLAIRE
  70. 35. Claire
  71. CLAIRE
  72. 36. Keller
  73. KELLER
  74. 37. Claire
  75. CLAIRE
  76. 38. Claire
  77. CLAIRE
  78. 39. Keller
  79. KELLER
  80. EPILOGUE
  81. KELLER
  82. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

The plug—the huge butt plug I didn’t think could possibly fit—is inside me in a second, my ass sucking it in, and it shakes while Keller moves harder, faster. I scream as my insides flood him, coming without warning, faster than I would have thought possible.

This time, I’m not losing it, faint, or tired. I’m wired, my body aflame. It knows there’s more. Wants much more.

He slides the plug in and out of the ring of muscle, and my ass takes it, something inside me shifting at each penetration.

“That’s it. Prepare your ass for my cock, darling. I’m going to take it. I’m going to fuck you until you’re full of my cum,” he promises.

I sob a yes, then another, and another, chanting the word.

“Bloody hell,” I hear someone say. I don’t care who. I don’t look. But I’m reminded again of the audience, and my pussy quivers at the thought. “She’s hot.”

I like it. I like that they’re watching.

Keller reaches for my hair, tugging at the elastic bands keeping my braids in shape. Immediately, my unruly curls fly all around my face. I’ve likely been sweating, so they’re as out of control as ever. Keller secures his mask in place once again and lifts a hand toward some of the onlookers, who have edged closer, standing, to watch the lewd display.

“The wand,” he demands in that robotic voice.

I tense, expecting the electric tool, but it’s the microphone-shaped toy that one of the onlookers—a masked girl—hands him.

And suddenly, the head of the white toy’s pressed between his cock and my clit, and I’m screaming as it vibrates, covering so much of my delicate skin.

I wouldn’t have thought it possible for anything to be this good. Surely it’s a sin. Nothing is supposed to be so close to paradise. I’ve never really bought into the whole church thing my grandmother has preached, but if this isn’t divine, otherworldly, I don’t know what could be. And if I’m damned for it? I don’t think I care.

The next orgasm comes way too fast. I’ve not even recovered from the last. My body’s starting to ache in odd places; maybe it’s not made to feel this much.

“Please, please, please,” I hear, and I am startled to realize it comes from me.

I don’t even know what I’m begging for. But he does. Keller slides the butt plug out completely, and the next second, he’s pushing his cock inside my ass in one smooth thrust.

Fuck.

He’s so, so big, and completely different, the head of his cock punching the wall between my ass and pussy, stimulating both as each deep, fast, unrelenting plunge.