Guilt is still there, faint now, but it’s drowned out by something bigger. Something warm and certain that settles deep in my chest.
I kiss her again, slow and sweet. “Stay right here. I’m getting you water and something to eat. Then I’m doing all of that again.”
She laughs, the sound light and perfect, and pulls me back down for another kiss.
I’m never letting her go.
SEVENTEEN
SALEM
I lie here in the tangled sheets, my body still buzzing like a live wire even though Ozzy just finished fucking me slow and deep and perfect. My thighs are sticky with his cum and mine, my pussy still fluttering with little aftershocks every time I shift. The room smells like sex and sweat and the faint cedar of his skin, and I can’t stop touching myself—lazy circles around my swollen clit, two fingers sliding through the mess between my legs just to feel how open and used I am.
He’s watching me from the edge of the bed, eyes black with fresh hunger. “Fuck, Salem. Look at you playing with my cum like a dirty girl.” His voice is gravel-rough, already dropping into that filthy register that makes my insides melt. He leans down, kisses me hard, tongue fucking my mouth for a second before he pulls back. “Stay right there. Gonna get you cold water. Don’t you dare stop touching that pretty pussy while I’m gone.”
I whimper as he stands, completely naked, cock already thickening again, heavy and flushed. I watch his ass flex as he walks out, the muscles in his back shifting, and the second hedisappears down the hall my fingers sink deeper. I’m so wet the sounds are obscene—wet, squelching, loud in the quiet house.
He’s gone maybe three minutes. I hear the fridge open, ice clinking into a glass, then cabinets. When he steps back into the bedroom doorway my breath catches.
He’s carrying a tall glass of ice water in one hand, condensation running down the sides like it’s already sweating for me. In the other hand—thick, pink, veined silicone. The dildo we got from the drive-thru. Eight solid inches, realistic head, thick shaft, balls at the base. We’d laughed about it then. Now he’s gripping it like he owns it. The lube packets are tucked in his hand.
His cock is fully hard now, jutting up against his stomach, the head shiny with fresh precum.
“Found our friend while I was getting your water,” he says, voice low and wicked. He sets the glass on the nightstand, then holds the dildo up, stroking it slowly like it’s his own dick. “Thought my greedy little girl might want to get stuffed full today.”
I moan before I can stop myself. My fingers speed up on my clit.
“Drink,” he orders, handing me the water. I sit up enough to gulp it down, cold and perfect, but he doesn’t let me finish. He takes the glass away when it’s half empty and pushes me back down. “On your back, legs spread. Show me that sloppy cunt.”
I obey instantly, knees falling open, and he groans at the sight.
“Jesus Christ. Still dripping my load. Look at you—pussy all puffy and shiny, begging for more.” He climbs onto the bed between my thighs, sets the lube beside him, and drags the fat head of the dildo through my wetness, coating it in ourcombined mess. “You want this fat cock inside you while I fuck you, baby? Want me to wreck both your holes?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, Ozzy—please.”
He clicks his tongue, teasing the tip against my entrance, circling my clit with it. “Beg nicer. Tell me what a filthy little whore you are for me.”
“I’m your filthy whore,” I whine, hips chasing the toy. “I want your cock and that dildo—want you to fill me up, stretch me, make me take it all?—”
“Good girl.” He presses the head in, slow but relentless, and I moan loud as it stretches me. It’s thick—thicker than I remember—and the veins drag against my walls in the most obscene way. He works it in inch by inch, twisting it, until the fake balls are flush against me and I’m stuffed full.
“Fuuuuck, look at that,” he growls, eyes locked between my legs. “Your pussy’s swallowing it so pretty. Greedy hole just sucking it in. Bet it feels good, doesn’t it? Bet it’s hitting that spot already.”
He starts fucking me with it—long, deep strokes that make wet, filthy noises every time he pulls it almost all the way out and slams it back in. My back arches. I’m babbling, gripping the sheets.
“Yeah? You like that? Like getting dildo-fucked in the same bed I just came in you?” He leans down, sucks hard on one nipple, then the other. “Gonna make this cunt squirt all over this toy before I give you my real cock.”
He angles it, finds my G-spot, and rubs—fast, firm circles while his thumb attacks my clit. The pressure builds so fast I can’t breathe. My thighs shake.
“Come on, baby. Squirt for me. Soak the fucking sheets like the messy slut you are.”
I shatter. Pleasure explodes, sharp and liquid, and I do squirt—hot gush after gush soaking his hand, the dildo, the bed. I scream his name, body convulsing, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, drawing it out until I’m sobbing and oversensitive.
He finally pulls the dildo out with a wet pop, and I whimper at the empty feeling.
“Not done with you,” he says, voice dark. He flips me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing, yanks my hips up so I’m on my knees, ass in the air. “Gonna fuck this tight little ass with the toy while I pound your cunt. You ready to take both, baby? Ready to be my double-stuffed whore?”
“Yes—God, yes, please?—”