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“Fuck, Isla. I want to come.”
Another slap on my ass. “You don’t have control here, Pup. Mommy does.”
“What do I have to do? Just tell me.”
“Beg Mommy, like the little slut you are.”
Fuck. She’s good at this. “Please, Mommy. I need to come badly.”
She thrusts into me, and our combined moans echo in the room. “Jerk your cock. Fuck yourself while I take this tight ass. I want to see your hand covered in white-hot cum.”
My hand moves up and down my dick in the same rhythm as she thrusts into my ass. “Fuck me, Mommy. Fuck my ass. It feels so good. I’m so close.”
ChapterTwenty-Two
ISLA
The power surging under my skin is electric. Never in a million years would I have believed myself capable of taking over with a man as dominant as Bryce. But he’s made me feel so safe and secure that all this feels natural and, if I’m honest, fun.
He’s given me a gift. This act has helped tear the bars of my prison right off its hinges. A gift that I’ll always treasure for the rest of my life.
On my knees fucking a man up the ass who’s so fierce that I truly believe he would destroy the world to protect me.
The end of the strap-on in me hits my G-spot, and the vibrations make me wild with passion and lust. Every time I thrust into Bryce, I’m rewarded with the sensations.
“I’m gonna come,” Bryce growls.
I speed up my thrusts until I’m on the brink with him.My eyes shut, my body explodes as Bryce grunts, and we tumble into oblivion together.
I pull out of him and watch him on his knees, hot ropes of cum visible in his hand. “Turn around, Pup.”
Bryce falls onto his back and lifts his hand to my mouth.
I lick a straight line along his finger, savoring his salty flavor. Gripping his wrist, I turn his palm to face him. “Tastes good. Clean it up.”
The tip of Bryce’s tongue sensually trails up his palm, and I’m feral, watching him clean his hand. I straddle his chest and lean forward, taking his tongue between my lips and sucking the cum into my mouth before spitting it back into his.
“Thank you, Bryce.”
His hands frame my face, and he pulls me forward. Our mouths clash, and our passion for each other burns bright.
Bryce glides his hand down my body, and I hear the buckles of the strap-on being released before it crashes to the floor beside the bed. His strong hands grip my waist, and he flips us over so he’s on top, peering down at me.“I want to fuck you every second of every day.”
“Well, what’s stopping you?”
He gets off me and saunters into the bathroom, and immediately I miss the warmth of his body.
“Well, I’d be buried in you right now,” he says as he taps at his phone, “but I think I should get cleaners into the woods?”
“Cleaners?”
Bryce finishes texting and puts his phone down on the nightstand. He rubs the back of his neck. “Yes, they’ll come and clean up the mess I made. Get rid of the body.”
“Paul.”
“Yes, Paul.”
“You killed your son,” I whisper.
