“Eyes open, baby girl. Let me see you fall.” Four more pumps and a tweak of my clit and he gets his wish. I tumble from this world and fall into heaven.
“Are you mine, Erin?”
I don’t know where the concentration comes from that lets me get the words out, but I tell him, “Yes, Jerry. I’m yours.” As soon as the last syllable passes my lips, waves of love crash into me and knock me over and knock me out.
As I slip from consciousness, I hear him growl, “Mine. Finally mine.”
p. 217, Velvet Purrs In Paradise, by Leya Wolfgang
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