"Fuck," I sob, and I'm almost disappointed when it ramps up, almost, but this is good, too, for completely different reasons. Like being branded, by his hands and his teeth and his cock, swallowed up until there's no part of me that doesn't feel like it's a part of him, too.

When I come, it shouldn't be a shock, but somehow, it is. I wasn't ready for it, didn't know it was coming so soon, and I let out another broken sob, the sound of it pained as much as anything else. But that? That's good, too.