Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

Fuck, the pulsing of the toy—

Him thrusting into my ass—

I lose track of everything but pleasure. Of the overwhelming sense of being filled.

Of being his.

My fingers dig into the sheets.

He fills me with the toy.

He fills me with his cock.

"Fuck, Bella," he groans. "You feel so fucking good."

His movements get harder, faster. His voice drops to that low demanding tone. Only he isn't letting out any words.

It's all groans.

God, I love the sound of his groans.

I love how dirty I feel.

How full I feel.

With the next thrust of the toy, I go over the edge. I groan his name, my hips rocking as I come. Pleasure spreads out to my fingers and toes.

He's still rocking into me.

Still fucking me with that toy.

The sounds and sights of the room blur together. The sensations in my body blur together. Everything spins into this intense pressu

re. This intense pleasure.

Then Joel is groaning, shaking, digging his nails into my skin.

The pulsing of his cock pushes me over the edge.

Then he's there.

And we're coming together.

Groaning together.

Collapsing as a sticky, dirty mess together.

I'm really his.

And he's really mine.

Right now, I really believe this is a forever kind of thing.

Any other possibilities are too horrifying to consider.

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