“I’m yours.” I arch my back and lock my ankles around his back. “Don’t hold back. Show me,” I egg him on.

His arms hold him up beside my shoulders, and he spreads his knees, pulling out of me only to pound back in hard. So hard my legs unhook and fall to his hips. He does it again, over and over, and my hands now hold his arms as I groan.

“I’m almost there,” I say, trying to swallow. He leans down and buries his face in my neck. He fucks me so hard, the only noise in the room is the sound of our skin slapping together, and I want more. “Harder,” I say, and he gets up on one arm and moves one of my legs over his shoulder. With this angle, I swear he’s going to tear me open. “Right there,” I say, and he gets up on his knees, his cock never stopping. Putting his thumb into his mouth, he licks it, and I take turns watching his cock disappear into me and him sucking on his thumb. Then his thumb is moving to my clit, and he rubs it in little circles. “Oh, God,” I say, and I want to grab him by the hips and dig my nails into him and just make him not move.

“Fuck,” he says, “you got to get there.” His thumb moves faster. “Your pussy is choking my cock,” he says. “Fuck, get there,” he says, hissing and I do. I get there at the same time as he pounds into me two more times before he roars out his release.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Justin

“The water is cold,” Caroline says as she sits on me in the bath, my cock still in her. “But I’m too tired to move,” she says, putting her head on my shoulder. When I get up, she tightens her legs around my waist, and I laugh.

“Sweetheart,” I say, getting out of the tub, and the water is slashing everywhere. I grab a white towel and throw it over her and rub my feet on the mat before walking to the bed and seeing her shoes tossed beside the bed next to her torn panties and her dress right in the middle next to the bed. My pants, shoes, and socks are right next to it. I pull her off me and put her on the bed. Little red marks are all over her from the bites I’ve given her along with little dots from my beard between her legs.

“I just need a minute,” she says and rolls to her side. I laugh, walking back into the bathroom and taking off the sixth condom we’ve used in four hours. I grab a pair of boxers and walk back into the room, hearing her soft snores. I check to see it’s only eight thirty, so I grab my phone and call Max.