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She brings her face to mine, gripping my hair and tugging until I feel the sting in my scalp, but it just spurs me on more. I invade her mouth with my tongue while I fuck her nice and slow. I savor the feeling of her sucking me in further with every thrust; I drag my cock along her g-spot, desperate to feel her cum on my cock. Over and over, I rub that spot inside her, feeling her leg tighten around me to keep me close. "That's it, fleur, cum on my cock." I say, leaning down to connect our lips yet again.

This feels better than before; her not fighting me, her kissing me, and holding me against her feels better. I like my girl when she's feisty, when I have to hold her wrists down and fuck her senseless, but I love her now, open and willing for me and about to let me feel that perfect cunt milk every drop from me.

Maeve's body slightly twitches, and her hips lift to meet my thrusts and let me in.

Her nails dig into my shoulders while she cums with a scream, and her walls clamp down around me.

I slow my movements, fucking into her slowly, letting her ride out her waves of pleasure before I bottom out on her, earning me a surprised noise from taking all of me. "Please..." She says quietly.

I do a quiet "Shh," kissing her lips lightly while I drain every drop into this gorgeous woman under me.

I sit up on my knees, putting my hand between us. I start to lightly rub circles over her clit, needing her to cum again. It's a myth that has never been fully disproven that an orgasm after sex increases the chances of getting pregnant, but it doesn't hurt to try it out. Plus, I want her to stay in this bed with me inside of her for as long as possible.

"You're going to cum all over me again, okay?" I say, watching her squirm to my touch.

I'm so fucking sensitive like this, but she feels too good to pull out. "I can't." She whines.

I grin down at her, my thumb still rubbing her sensitive clit and flicking the little piercing that I know drives her mad. "I know you can take it, just one more for me, hmm?" I say.

It's not a choice; she needs to soak my cock once more, I need to feel her again, but I’ll let her think that this is optional, but I keep my touch light, not wanting to overstimulate her like I'm already doing to myself.

Slowly, I work my girl up to a peak so high I know she's going to wear herself out. She clamps down around me again, strangling my cock, and I feel her gorgeous cunt flutter around me while her cum soaks me and the sheets under us.

Her eyes roll back, and I reach for a hand rather than let her grip the sheets. I want her to grip onto me, and she does. She laces our fingers together and squeezes, moaning and panting while she falls apart. I keep my thumb rubbing her until she jerks at my touch, finally having overcome her orgasm and feeling as sensitive as I am.

I pull out, seeing my cum leak from this gorgeous girl, and reach between us, scooping up as much as I can and pushing it back into her. She winces, clearly a little sore and overstimulated, but she’s not going to waste my cum.

"I know, fleur. I know." I soothe, rubbing my fingers along her walls just to make sure she's still painted with me. I don't want her to lose a single drop.

I rub my free hand along her ribs while I fuck my cum back into her with two fingers. "It's too much." She says breathlessly.

I grin, deciding to give my girl mercy and slip my fingers out of her. "But you did so well." I praise, leaning down to kiss her lipsagain. She gives me a sleepy grin in return, but she kisses me back lazily. "Stay right there; I'll clean you up." I promise. Not only do I want to take care of her, but I don't want her getting up.

"Your leg." She says quietly, sitting up on her elbows.

My considerate girl.

I push her back to lie down, kissing her lips yet again.

I don't think I'll ever tire of getting to kiss her.

"I've got it." I promise her. I hurry to snap my prosthesis back into place and head into the bathroom to get a nice warm washcloth for my girl, cleaning myself off with another.

Chapter 45

Maeve Henderson

I never thought I'd wake up wrapped up in Leon, but here we are.

I woke up to the sun shining in my face from the window and moved to roll over onto my other side, only to realize that I couldn’t. My head was firmly planted on Leon's bare chest, and I even had a leg thrown over his hips. One of his arms is around my shoulders, holding me against him, and the other arm is holding my thigh over top of him.

Honestly, it's nice. I like how this feels. His room is cold, but he is warm, and we're piled under the same blankets together. I kind of like this.

I may not love everything about this situation. I wish he would wear a dang condom, I wish I could leave his house and actually see the world, but I can't deny that I had liked Leon when I met him, I can't deny that he is treating me well, and I can't deny that I enjoy the sex.

It kind of hurts; going from Shelby and her small toys to Leon is a bit of a change, but it’s still nice.

I thought it was only supposed to hurt the first time, but I still feel myself tensing up when he enters me. I still find myself feeling like I'm going to rip in half the further he gets, and it still feels like he's invading my organs when he pushes in as far as he can reach.




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