Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 200

So wet.

So ready.

So greedy.

The heel of my hand pushes up against her clitoris.

“I’m going to make you come quickly, Ana. Ready?”

“Yes,” she breathes, nodding frantically.

I move my hand. Hard. Fast. Stimulating her both inside and out. She mewls above me. Her head twisting to and fro, her toes curling, and her fingers clawing at the towel beneath her. I know she wants to straighten her legs to lessen the intense feeling. But she can’t; she’s close.

So close.

But I don’t stop.

And I feel it.

The beginning.

Of the end.

Her orgasm. Coming.

“Surrender,” I whisper, and she cries out. Loud and proud, and I press the heel of my hand against her clitoris, and ride out her orgasm, which goes on and on.

Wow. Ana.

With my other hand I untie the robe belts, one at a time.

As she descends back to earth, I murmur, “My turn.” Withdrawing my fingers from inside her, I ease back and I flip her over so she’s facedown on the sofa, her knees on the floor. I yank open my jeans, spread her legs with my knee, and slap her hard across her beautiful backside.

“Ah!” she cries, and I drive into her, as deep as I can. She cries out again.

I breathe, and gripping her hips, I start to move. Hard. Fast.

Again. Taking my pleasure. She wanted it rough.

We. Aim. To. Please.

I drive into her. Losing myself. In her. So in her.

Her cries

Fuck.

She’s building again.

I feel it.

“Come on, Ana!” I shout, and she comes once more, taking me over the edge with her.

the sofa and we lie down on the floor, where she sprawls on top of me, facing the ceiling. We’re quiet, catching our collective breath.

“Life-affirming enough for you?” I ask eventually, as I kiss her hair.

“Oh, yes.” Her hands settle on my thighs, and she tugs at the material of my jeans. “I think we should go again. No clothes for you this time.”

Again! “Christ, Ana. Give

She giggles, and I can’t help laughing with her. “I’m glad Ray’s conscious. Seems all your appetites are back.”

She turns over, still on top of me, and scowls. “Are you forgetting about last night and this morning?” she pouts and rests her chin on her hands, on my chest.

“Nothing forgettable about either of those.” I grin and grab her bountiful behind with both hands. “You have a fantastic

“So do you.” She arches a

to undress you, Mr. Grey. All of you.”

Her enthusiasm is infectious.

“And I think there’s a lot that’s sweet about you,” she whispers, repeating the song lyric,

Shit.

“You are,” she stresses, and kisses the corner of my mouth. Closing my eyes, I tighten my arms around her.

Why are you talking about this?

“Christian, you are. You made this weekend so

Large, luminous eyes meet mine.

“Because I love you,” I murmur.

“I know,” she says. “I love you, too.” She runs her fingertips down my cheek. “And you’re precious to me, too. You do know that,

Precious. Me?

Suddenly, I’m helpless and panicked. And completely disarmed.

What do I say?

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