Jauhnna Chapter 16

I was curled up in bed with Diablo after a warm bath. He'd joined me and insisted on washing me. Even though he did nothing on purpose, his touch still aroused me. Lying beside him, I was barely controlling my need to touch him and see where it led us. I was tracing his tats on his chest, which was something I loved to do. As I did, our unanswered question from earlier when he had me on the kitchen table popped into my head.

"Victor, can I ask you something, and you promise to answer truthfully?"

He moved so he was able to see my face. He was slightly frowning. "Of course you can. I will always tell you the truth. What is it you want to know?"

"Earlier, I asked if you were interested in anal sex, and you didn't answer me. You kinda blew me off. Why?"

He sighed, then reached up to run his thumb along my cheekbone. "I wasn't trying to blow you off. I thought it was something we needed to talk about more fully, and in the middle of me being inside of you, close to coming, wasn't the time. I'm sorry you thought I was avoiding it."

"No, I'm sorry I took it that way. You're right. That wasn't the time to discuss it. Will you talk to me about it now? I just have this fear." I paused after saying more to think about how I wanted to broach this topic. It had been nagging at me for a while.

"Baby, I'll talk about anything you want. What do you fear?"

"That you'll hold yourself back because you fear doing something that'll remind me of the things Galway and those other men did to me. I don't want you to suppress who you are and what you sexually desire because you're afraid I'll freak out or something. If you do, you won't be satisfied, and then what? What's to keep you from…" I let it peter off. I didn't want to say it.

"Keep me from what?" he asked gruffly.

I didn't answer. I was running out of courage. What if I angered him? As much as he had already changed how I viewed men, there was still a part of me scared of ruining what we had.

"Were you about to say what would keep me from seeking sexual gratification elsewhere, with other women?"

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded. I was watching his face as I did. Anger came only to be swiftly replaced with sadness. I hurried to try and soften it. "I'm sorry. Forget I said anything," I pleaded.

"No, I won't. I'm upset you'd think me capable of cheating on you. It pissed me off, then I remembered what you have been through, and it makes me sad that you would ever believe it. A man who's in love with you won't cheat on you, Jauhnna. You'll fulfill all his needs. Yes, there are things I like, and I told you some of them. It doesn't mean in order to be satisfied with you, we have to do them. As for your question about anal sex, yes, I've had it. Have I enjoyed it? Yes. Would I like to do it with you? Only if you agree. I want to because I need to find every way possible I can give you pleasure. Your initiation into sex and the first decade of it was a travesty. I don't want to scare you or make you do something you're not ready or willing to do."

His sincerity and how he continued to caress my face and arms settled much of my anxiety. I knew I had to voice my concerns and wants to him.

"Until you, sex was horrible. It was degrading, it hurt, and I hated everything about it. I had hoped that with someone else, it might be different, but I didn't know for sure. Like a lot of women, I read romance novels. What they describe in them seems so impossible. We might wish a man was like those fictional men, and we'd enjoy all the things done to and with us, but it's fiction. Maybe it was just authors pouring out their secret yearnings as if they were real. I know after being with you, it's not a lie, or at least what we've done so far isn't. It makes me wonder if the other stuff is enjoyable, too.

"A lot of them do describe more intense sexual practices and desires. Anal is one of those. In a lot of those books, women seem to end up liking it, and they want it again. Yes, they say it hurts, but that changes into something very enjoyable. I don't want to be afraid to try different things, and I don't want you not to ask for what you want due to fear of triggering me. I hope that makes sense."

"Serenity, it does make sense. How about this? If you want to try something, you tell me. If I want to change it up, I'll tell you. We decide together if we do it, and we'll take it as slow as we need to. If you change your mind, then tell me, and we'll stop. I haven't lied about the fact you have given me more fulfillment than anyone I've ever been with."

I wondered if that included his wife, but I didn't ask.

"And that includes Amy," he added.

"How did you know I was wondering that?"

"Your expressions tend to give you away, baby."

"Is it weird that I wonder about her and what she'd think of us? I know you'll always love her, and I'm alright with that. She gave you Brooklyn, and you loved her enough to marry her. That doesn't just go away because she died or you found me. I hope you know you can talk about her. Have her picture up in the house. When Brooklyn comes, I bet she'd like to see a picture of her mom."

I gasped as I was pressed onto my back, and his mouth took mine. I responded like I always did. Our kiss was passionate and long. When he finally let up, I was dazed and scrambling to remember what we'd been talking about.

"Do you know what it does to me to hear you say those things? You have the biggest heart of anyone I know. I'll always love Amy, but it's different from the love I have for you. She was my first love. We were young. Had she lived, would I still be with her? I'd like to think I would, but it wasn't in the cards. As much as it hurt, maybe God knew you were out there, and one day I'd meet you. I love you so much. And your offer to talk about her and have pictures in the house is just damn beautiful. Thank you. I'll see if Brook would like that. I never want you to think you mean less to me. And I believe Amy would've really liked you. She'd be happy that we've found each other." His answer made me happy.

I hugged him. "Good."

"It is. Now, what would you say to your man making slow, passionate love to you? Would you be willing to let him do that?"

"I think I could be persuaded."

This answer led me to being tortured by him for close to an hour. He wrung orgasm after orgasm out of me before he succumbed and came himself. I was so exhausted afterward that I drifted off without even bothering to clean myself up.

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Sitting at the desk in Diablo's office, trying to be productive while daydreaming about last night hadn't gotten me far. I closed the browser and sat back in his chair. Last night, our talk about Amy had been good. I didn't want to pretend she hadn't existed and had no part of Diablo because it wasn't realistic. I was coming to terms with the fact she wasn't truly a ghost I had to compete with. He was making sure of it. However, she was a part of our lives and would remain so because of Brooklyn and her children. Amy was their actual grandmother, regardless of whether they ever met her. They should know her and not just from their mom.

Some people would think I was crazy to want her picture up in the house or to talk about her. Those people didn't know what it was like to have a family who did nothing but betray and hurt you. Amy was the opposite, and her love for her family should be celebrated. She saved her daughter's life at the risk of her own. That was love.

A chime brought my attention back to the computer. It was my email alerting me that I had mail. Clicking on it, I was excited to see one of the applications I'd put in had gotten a response. I knew it was probably just a thank you for submitting one, but at least they acknowledged me. Opening it, I scanned the words. My breath hitched. It wasn't a form letter. It was an actual response, and they were interested in meeting me. They asked if I could come in for an interview the day after tomorrow.

I didn't know what to say. I hadn't told Diablo I'd applied anywhere. I wasn't exactly hiding it. I just kept letting other things divert my attention. Okay, yeah, I was procrastinating. I knew he wouldn't be happy with me doing it. However, if I didn't get out and be productive soon, I'd lose my mind.

I debated for a good half hour before I made my decision. I'd promised myself when I got away from Galway that I would never let someone control me. As much as I loved Diablo, I wouldn't allow him to do it, either. No matter that he was doing it out of love and the desire to protect me.

I quickly sent back a reply agreeing to the time and place and thanking them. Once I sent it, I got up. I had to steel myself to tell Diablo about it tonight. I needed someone to go with me the day after tomorrow. There was no way I could sneak and do it. I would be escorted, possibly by Zax or Liam. I headed upstairs to go through my things to see what was appropriate to wear for an interview. It didn't need to be a suit. I wasn't applying for a management job, but it still had to be nice.

I was lucky that the clothing Diablo kept insisting I buy, or he bought for me, wasn't all casual, everyday clothes. There were lovely dresses and a few nice pairs of slacks with pretty tops. There were even heels. I laid them out on the bed and studied them. I played around with accessories and combos. I even stripped and tried the ones I liked best on. I was removing another one when I heard the door downstairs slam. I jumped. I hadn't heard his bike. Had he left it at the clubhouse for some reason? I tried to gather my clothes and hide them. I wasn't ready to tell him yet. I needed to gather more courage for the argument that was to come. Why was he home this soon? He typically called me when he decided to come home early.

I wasn't fast enough. When he entered the bedroom, I knew immediately by the look on his face that he knew what I had done. How? I had no idea, but he did. He appeared angry. His gaze zeroed in on the clothes in my arms. His mouth tightened.

"Victor, I can—" he cut me off after three words.

"Don't. I don't want to hear your excuse. What I want is for you to put those goddamn clothes down and go contact that place. Tell them you're no longer interested in the position. And you'll follow up with the others you applied to and tell them the same."

His barking orders at me without regard for what I wanted or needed, only his opinion mattering, reminded me so much of Galway, my father, and my brother that fury instantly took hold of me. I threw the clothes on the bed and stormed over to him. I had to look up, but I didn't give a damn. I poked him in the chest with my finger. It hurt, which only pissed me off more.

"How dare you cut me off and demand anything of me! I'm not your fucking slave, Diablo. I'm not here to do as I'm told and to be forced to submit to your every whim and have no say in my life. If that's what you want in an old lady, then you can take your goddamn property cut back, and I'll be on the road by nightfall. I lived with one tyrant. I won't live with another," I shouted.

His face went slack. I thought I saw remorse there, but I didn't care. I was too hurt and upset to give a shit. His hand came up. I flinched and took a step back automatically.

"Serenity, baby, I'm sorry. Please, don't move away like you think I'm gonna hit you. I would never do that. I think we need to sit down and talk about this." His tone was calmer. Unfortunately, I wasn't.

"Oh, you want to talk now after jumping down my throat and telling me you didn't want to hear my excuses. Well, guess what? I'm not in the mood to talk to you. Get out of my way," I snapped. I tried to go around him, but he shifted, so he remained in front of me.

"Jauhnna, don't. This is important. We have to talk about it. I'm sorry I jumped you. Let's go downstairs to the couch, where we can relax."

"And if I say no? What will you do? Forcefully restrain me and make me? If I refuse to agree to do what you ordered me to do, what happens then? Will you lock me in a dark room and starve me? Beat me? Force yourself on me? Turn me over to your brothers so they can help discipline me?" I shouted.

I knew what I was saying wasn't him, but his attitude triggered something deep inside me. All my anger and pain over the years of Galway's abuse and that of my family before that was seeping out. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't. Horror filled his expression. He was the one to step back this time. He looked sick.

"Darlin', I swear to God in the heavens and on my daughter, grandkids, and this club that I would never do any of those horrible things to you. Jesus, tell me you don't actually believe I'm capable of those things." There was pleading in his tone, and it was all over his face.

My anger began to ebb as his pain hit me. I wasn't quite able to answer him, but I did shake my head. I hoped he took it as my answer. The way he hung his head told me he didn't. I took several calming breaths before I walked to him. I placed a hand on his chest.

"I'm sorry. No, I know you wouldn't. You triggered my buried feelings. Ordering me the way you did was too close to what he always did," I whispered brokenly. Tears were on the verge of overflowing.

His arms slowly raised up, and then he placed them around me, tugging me gently toward him until I was plastered to his chest. I lay my head on it and closed my eyes. His chin rested on my head. He guided us to the bed. He sat down, bringing me with him. His body shuddered as he took a breath before he spoke.

"I hate that I made you think of him. It's the last thing I ever want to do. Let's talk about this. I approached it wrong, I admit, but it still remains that you exposed yourself by applying for jobs, Jauhnna."

"How did you find out? And what do you mean, I exposed myself?"

"Micro told me. He was searching for anything that might mention you on the internet. While he was doing it, he thought of what you did in Savannah. Why he got the idea you might be applying to places here that are similar, I don't know. It's how his mind works but thank God it does. He looked up places and placed a call. He somehow convinced them he was someone checking into a prior employee, you, and asked if you worked there. They got worried, and the ones you'd applied to admitted they had your resume. One of them added they were set to interview you. He called me right away."

I sat up so I could see his face. "They had no right to share that information with him! And what did he say to them? Are they going to cancel my interview because he spooked them? Did he badmouth me?"

"He didn't say anything bad, just that he was searching for you due to an issue that came up that he needed to talk to you about, but you can't do the interview. You've already exposed yourself enough. Hell, if Radigan or your brother's people get their hands on your resumes, they'll know exactly where you are. You used our address."

"Surely those places won't give anyone that information. Victor, I can't remain hidden behind this fence forever. I need to work, to be productive. You said your friends were setting everything up to rid me of Galway, Janus, and the others. I've been here six weeks. How much more time do they need?"

"I know it's hard to stay put, but it won't be much longer, I promise."

"Is it you need more information on who to take down with them or on the method you want to use?"

"We have the dirt. The thing we're working on now is how to draw the ones we need out together. If we hit them individually, the others might get wind of it and go underground. It may be years before we find them all. It has to be done in one big operation."

I was quiet as I thought over what he'd said. It was clear to me what they needed to do. Why hadn't any of them hit upon it? Or had they, and it was vetoed? The way I saw it, it was the only way, and by applying for those jobs, I'd provided them with a perfect opportunity.

"You know what you have to do, Victor. I can't believe none of you haven't thought of it."

He began shaking his head emphatically. "No, don't say it. We're not doing it."

"We have to. You know it. If they somehow figure out I've applied for jobs at those places and they get my address, it'll help us. They won't suspect a thing. They'll believe they can sneak up on us and take me. All we have to do is be ready. Hell, maybe Micro can leak that information someway on the internet so we make sure they find it."

He let a growl loose, slid off the bed, and then started to pace the bedroom. His face looked like a thundercloud. It was dark. His eyes were snapping with fire. Standing there was a bigger glimpse of why he was called Diablo. I'd asked him once how he got the name. He said I didn't want to know. I chose to let it go until a later time. I think he thought there were parts of him he had to keep hidden because they were too dark. What he needed to understand is I knew dark. I'd lived with it. There was the kind that was pure evil and then the kind that was only dangerous when unleashed on those who earned it. Diablo fell into the second category.

He rubbed his hand over his jaw and squeezed the back of his neck. He was staring at the floor as he paced. I let him think. I knew getting him to agree would take convincing, but I saw no other way. After a solid five minutes of utter silence, I had to say something.

"Honey, look at me."

He was now at the window staring outside. He didn't turn around. I got off the bed and went to him. I slid my hand up his back. He was so tense. He felt like a slab of concrete. Reaching up to his shoulders, I kneaded them. There was barely any give, but he groaned. Gradually, the tension eased. Finally, he swung around to face me.

"My beautiful Serenity. You have no idea what doing something like this might do to me, do you? You still don't get it," he said hoarsely.

"What don't I get, my love?"

"What would happen if anything were to happen to you? If they were to get their hands on you and harm you in any way, a monster would be unleashed. Blood would be shed, and more than the bosses, plus those who touched you, would be slaughtered."

"Victor, I don't believe your friends and brothers would get that out of control."

"I'm not talking about them. I mean me. I told you when Amy was murdered, I searched for the men responsible for months. I had no idea who did it. It wasn't until Brooklyn talked after six long months that we found out who was responsible. With the help of my club, I hunted them down. My brothers got their hands dirty, but nothing like I did. I was covered in blood, figuratively and literally. I made every one of those motherfuckers bleed and suffer, but nothing like what I did to Piranha. I made him suffer and linger for days. There's a reason I'm called Diablo. The devil has nothing on me when it comes to serving justice and getting vengeance. It's my dad in me. I love you more than I care for myself, and as bad as it sounds, more than my brothers' lives.

"I went crazy and into an extreme protective mode after her death. I think with you, it would be worse. You've suffered so much. I wouldn't be able to let you out of my sight. I'd have to live with you not only hating me for allowing you to be taken and hurt but for smothering you afterward if you'd even stay with me. I'd lose my mind without you. I've got a second chance, and I can't risk losing you," he said gutturally.

Emotions flooded me. His love was stark and harsh but so real at the same time. He would no doubt kill and die for me. What he didn't know was I would do the same for him.

"And I can't lose you, either. I would do anything to make sure you're safe. too. I understand having to get them all at once. It's far safer. If we work together, I'll be much safer than if we're at odds. I don't want to go against you. However, I need to live. Please, baby, help me do this so we can be together, free of threats, and get on with the rest of our lives." As I finished saying it, I circled to the front of him and tugged his head down so I was able to take his mouth in a heated kiss.

Instantly, I went up in flames. Desire rushed through me. He groaned, then hands were underneath my ass, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He held my ass in both hands as he walked to the bed. I was laid down carefully. It barely registered that he shoved all my clothes onto the floor. He came down on top of me and resumed our kiss.

As much as I loved kissing him and the drugged sensation it gave me, I needed more. I pushed on his chest. He reluctantly lifted up. He gave me a concerned look. "What's wrong, Serenity?"

"Nothing is wrong. We need to finish this conversation and make a plan, but I can't think about that right now. I need you, Victor. I want you to show me more of you."

"More of me?"

"Yes. You spoke of things you'd like to do to and with me. Show me. Spank me, tie me up, show me what fun toys can be, play with my ass. I don't care. Just let me know all of you. Your darkness is part of you. Don't hide it. I want the whole Victor slash Diablo, not pieces."

"Jesus Christ, Jauhnna. You can't say shit like that," he muttered.

"Yes, I can. Show me!" I demanded.

"What if I do and I scare you!?" he partially shouted back.

"As long as it's you, I know I'm safe even if I'm scared. Claim me fully, my love. Help me banish the demons that haunt me."

He studied me for a good minute or more before I saw the surrender in his gaze. A huge thrill went through me. I was apprehensive and excited all rolled into one. His hand came to the front of my tank. The next thing I knew I felt tugging and then heard a tearing sound. He tore it down the front as if it was made of tissue paper. My heart leaped. He was staring into my eyes.

Next, he rose up and lifted me enough to be able to remove the ruined tank. I thought he'd throw it on the floor. Wrong. He held onto it and laid me back down. As soon as my back hit the mattress, my wrists were captured in his hands. They were tugged above my head, and then the torn tank was wrapped around them a few times before it was knotted around one of the metal slats that made up the headboard.

"Is that too tight?" he asked.

I jerked on it. It was snug but not too tight. I was able to wiggle and feel my fingers. I shook my head. Being restrained was a little alarming for me. Galway had done it more than a few times when he wanted to punish me. My breathing kicked up a notch, recalling it. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Panic was beginning to filter in when he grabbed my attention.

"Jauhnna, look at me," he ordered. I did.

He smiled. "You're safe. It's me. I'll never hurt you. We're exploring, remember? If it becomes too much, tell me. If I can't help you past it, we'll stop," he promised. His tone and the loving way he looked at me calmed me down.

I smiled back and nodded as I said, "Alright."

I hadn't bothered to put on a bra when I got dressed this morning. My bare breasts were in full view and begging him to touch them if the hard nubs were any indication. He didn't ignore them. His hands massaged and teased them, then he lowered his head and sucked my left nipple into his hot mouth. He licked and sucked on it intensely while the other was teased and tweaked by his hand. The jolts of electricity he was creating in them traveled straight to my clit, making it throb and my pussy weep. I moaned and rubbed my thighs together, trying to get some relief from the terrible aching he was already creating.

I floated in the haze of hunger he created. I had no idea how long he loved on my breasts before he left them to kiss, lick, and bite his way down my body to the waist of my shorts. When he reached them, he sat up. His hands impatiently undid the snap and lowered my zipper before tugging them down to my ankles and then off. His hands came back up to land on my panties.

I lifted my ass to help him get them off, only he didn't lower them. Instead, he yanked on both sides until the seams parted. He flung the ruined panties on the floor to join my shorts. I moaned. I found it incredibly sexy the way he was undressing me. Like I was at his mercy, and he was a wild beast ready to consume me.

I shivered as another moan of desire escaped me. He smirked. "Is my baby liking this? Is that little pussy all wet and tingly? I should see," he said a second before he yanked my thighs apart and exposed my pussy to his gaze. I knew what he saw. I was dripping wet. It would take very little to make me come.

He licked his lips before moving to lie on his belly between my legs. He was at eye level with my pussy. He inhaled like he did every time he was near it. A rumble of appreciation rolled out of his chest. He ran a finger from my clit through my folds to my entrance, where it paused before thrusting inside of me. I cried out, and my ass came off the bed. Or it tried to, but he held me in place.

He released a growl, then fell on me and began to lap at me. He was consuming my cum as he licked, then nibbled and sucked on my clit and my pussy lips. He'd bite gently and tug on them while his finger thrust in and out of me, simulating a cock. I was climbing toward an orgasm as soon as he started. He wasn't gentle with his thrusts, and he worked in more fingers as he went until I was stretched wide and burning to come.

I was so into the quest to orgasm it took a second or two for it to register that something wet was running over and over the opening to my ass. I tensed and then tried to relax. I'd told him I wanted to know.

When I didn't say anything, I guess he took it as consent because the next thing I knew, as he sucked hard on my clit and thrusted in and out of my aching pussy, that wet fingertip of his pushed the ever slightest inside my ass.

It burned, but I knew it would. I'd had fingers roughly shoved into my ass before without lube, and this was nothing like that. The one thing I hadn't had to bear was anyone actually putting their cock in there. Why, I had no idea unless they didn't like the idea. As mean and hateful as Galway was, he kinda was a prude, I now thought. Forget him! This is you and Victor. Enjoy, I scolded myself. I shoved thoughts of that bastard and the others behind a closed door in my mind.

I jumped as his tongue flicked around the finger in my ass, giving him more lubrication. He pushed it further inside. "How does this feel, babe? Do you like it? Want me to stop?"

"It's, oh God, it burns, but I don't want you to stop. Victor, please. I need more," I whined. My body was vibrating with the need to come and to do it hard.

He sped up his thrusts and sucked on my clit harder. I was just about there when he eased a second finger into my ass. That did it. I let out a scream and came hard and long. As I did, he kept up the fast pace of his thrusting along with the sucking and licking he was doing, interspersed with the occasional bite. I fought to get my hands loose, but I couldn't.

When I was almost done orgasming, he abruptly sat up and removed his fingers. I moaned in denial. Then I understood why. He was practically growling. He stood and tore off his shirt, followed by his jeans, underwear, and socks. He must've taken off his cut and boots when he came inside downstairs.

I admired his naked glory as he stood by the bed, watching me as he aggressively stroked his cock, which was dark red, the head covered in precum, and the veins running the length were more than evident. He only did it a few strokes, then he was on the bed, straddling my chest. His cock was pressed against my lips.

"Suck it. I want you to take me as deep as you can. Choke on it," he gritted out.

His words should've terrified me, but they made me hotter. I wanted to please him and make him lose his mind the way he made me. Teasing him, I flicked out my tongue to swipe across the head, then back in. My mouth remained closed. He growled and pressed harder. His hand slid under my head to grip my hair, and then he gently shook it.

"I said suck it. Taste that precum. It's all for you. Suck me good, and I'll fuck your pussy until you scream and come so goddamn hard," he promised.

That promise had me opening wide to take him. He pushed in aggressively. I fought to take his length. He moaned, then began to thrust in and out, going deeper every few strokes. Without my hands, plus being on the bottom, I was at his mercy. He could literally choke me to death with his big cock. I fought to lick and suck him as hard as I could.

His groans and growls grew louder and more frequent. "Fuck, baby, you don't know what it does to me to see you taking my cock like this. So beautiful. So hot. One of these days, if you let me, I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth, fill it with cum, then I'll fuck your pussy until we both come before I finish up by taking your ass and filling it up too. God," he groaned. I swore I felt his cock swell. I was prepared to swallow down his cum, but somehow he held back.

He withdrew. He was breathing raggedly. I spread my legs. "Give me that big cock in my pussy, baby. Fuck me, nice and hard. And one day, soon, I'll let you have that fantasy you just told me," I offered wildly. I was desperate to come and have him inside of me when I did.

I jumped as he let out what sounded like a howl, and then he was on me. He ripped the knots, holding my hands above my head undone. He threw the ruined tank away, then had himself on his back with me straddling him but facing his toes.

"Lift up," he demanded.

I did it. When I felt the head of his cock pressing against my opening, I moaned. I was about to start lowering myself down on it when his hands grabbed my hips. He yanked me down. He filled me in that one hard thrust. I wailed and shook. It was like a restraint gave, and I went crazy. Gripping his legs to give me leverage, I lifted up and slammed back down. I rode his cock frantically. He swore.

As I worked both of us toward a spectacular orgasm, I froze for a moment when a wet digit probed my ass then slid in. I thought it felt good before. But as I slid up and down his cock, I was now doing the same on his finger. He pushed in another. I knew what it must feel like to have two cocks inside of me at once. It was so damn incredible. The sensations coursing through me were too much. I came whimpering and sobbing. He grunted, but to my shock, he didn't come. He kept pounding away. As he did, he muttered.

"That's it. Squeeze my cock. Flood me with all that cream of yours. Christ, your pussy and ass are so fucking tight. I'm gonna blow soon. The thought of someday taking your ass is so hot. Jesus Christ! Fucking ride me harder!" he yelled.

As spent as I was, I wanted him to come like he had never come before. I found the strength to ride him harder and faster, working my inner muscles to squeeze his cock and fingers. It lasted maybe a couple of minutes, and then he bowed his hips off the bed, buried himself to the hilt, and bellowed. His warm cum bathed my insides. It swirled into a huge ball of desire coursing throughout my whole body. I came with him. I swear even my toes came. When I was done, I collapsed on his legs. I was feeling faint and shaky. As I lay there, his hands rubbed soothingly up and down my lower back and over my ass.

"Jauhnna, that was unbelievable. Thank you for trusting me."

"Victor, I'll always trust you, and yes, it was unbelievable. You may have just created a monster. I hope you're prepared," I warned him as I nipped his leg with my teeth. He laughed, which made me moan since he was still inside of me. I lay there dreaming of the future and this man until I was able to move.