“Oh, Lizzie,” he groans in desire.

He wipes his fingers over the tight rear hole, inserting his index finger inside to stretch me out before he assaults me with his cock.

He doesn’t wait for my go-ahead, he just positions himself and enters me slowly, making me gasp as he tears me slightly due to his engorged size.

He loves anal. He always has. I allow it because he enjoys it, but I feel slightly cheated as I know I won’t get the same feeling as he does.

I hiss as he pushes himself in right up to the hilt and then starts to fuck me gently.

He doesn’t forget about me, though. He knows me well enough by now. His hand finds my clit and he matches his rubbing with his thrusting and soon I feel the pressure start to build up deep inside.

He increases his speed, fucking my back passage roughly now as he pinches and twists my clit, needing me to come before he can let himself go in his grand finale of orgasms. I can feel how hard he is, how desperate he is to unload into me.

“Oh, yes,” I cry out as I feel the blood rush straight to my pussy. “Fuck, yes!”

I throb against his fingers and he lets out a roar as he shoots jet after jet of his cum into me.

I shiver underneath him as he withdraws and collapses next to me panting like a ragged dog.

“Jesus, Lizzie. Only you. Only you.”

I smile smugly and drop down next to him, cuddling up against him, basking in our amazing fucking. His head has been turned back towards me again. That’s where I need it. I will allow him his little distractions, but as soon as he pulls away it is unacceptable. I will never allow that to happen to the extent that it did with Jess ever again.

He belongs with me.

“That was perfect,” I say to him with a smile, flashing him my fangs.

“As always,” he boasts, tangling his hand into my hair. “I love you, Lizzie.”

I don’t respond as I sink my fangs into his neck. It has been so long since I tasted him. I suckle deeply and it causes him to writhe under me in ecstasy. I pull away and kiss him, letting him taste his own blood in my mouth.

“I love you, Dev. You know how much you mean to me.”

“I do. Sometimes I just need reminding.” He gives me a sassy wink and I chuckle.

“Anytime,” I say and kiss him, before I attempt to climb off the bed to retrieve my clothes.

“Wait, where are you going?” he complains.

“I haven’t seen Thia yet this morning. I need to go and find her,” I explain.

“I am sure she is fine,” he says dejectedly, now that our time is up.

“I am sure she is, but I’m not,” I say gently. “I can’t explain it, but I have this need for her, to be around her, to make sure she is safe and perfect.”

“Just how I feel about you,” he says sadly, twirling my hair, but then letting me go.

“And I you,” I say with a pointed look. He can’t compete with my daughter and he shouldn’t try. I love him to the end of the World and back, but it’s not the same as what I feel for Thia, and nor should it be.

“I will find you later and we can just hang,” I say to cheer him up. “Like we used to.”

His eyes light up and he nods. “Deal.”

I smile and bend to retrieve my clothes but realizing that they aren’t going to fit me as I am.

With a look of regret, Devon waves his hand at me and I chuckle at his dismissal. I decide to entertain him for a few more minutes and Astral on a pair of Elizabeth-sized clothes.

“Whore!” suddenly gets yelled at me from behind me.

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