Chapters (82)
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- 1. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 2. Keller
- KELLER
- 3. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 4. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 5. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 6. Keller
- KELLER
- 7. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 8. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 9. Keller
- KELLER
- 10. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 11. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 12. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 13. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 14. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 15. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 16. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 17. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 18. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 19. Keller
- KELLER
- 20. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 21. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 22. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 23. Keller
- KELLER
- 24. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 25. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 26. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 27. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 28. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 29. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 30. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 31. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 32. Keller
- KELLER
- 33. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 34. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 35. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 36. Keller
- KELLER
- 37. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 38. Claire
- CLAIRE
- 39. Keller
- KELLER
- EPILOGUE
- KELLER
- 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.