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I completely lost track of time somewhere between the third and fourth round. It all blurred into a haze of sweat, urgent pleas, and that deep satisfaction that only comes from being utterly taken by an alpha who truly knows what he's doing.
The night felt never-ending, my heat hitting like clockwork every couple of hours, turning me from this blissed-out puddle back into a needy mess, consumed by the throbbing ache between my legs and the pulsing need of my cock.
Mr. Fairchild, man, he was perfect throughout it all, never once complaining when I'd wake him up, my hands already fumbling with his pants or my mouth hot against his neck, pleading for more, even when my body was sore and marked from our last encounter.
