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“Do it now.” I feel like I’m high. My body is in a state of ecstasy. I can’t understand why I need this, but I’m desperate.

“Okay,” she whispers, and then obeys.

I whimper. “I love how responsive you still are.”

“Help me come again.” She bites onto the duvet, spreading her shaky thighs.

“Whatever you want.” I lick my lips and palm my dick. I replace my fingers with it and use those to rub her clit. “I can’t wait to come inside you again.”

34

ANNA

Sylas’s cumis dripping down the inside of my thigh, but I can’t clean it off. I’m standing and he’s behind me, undoing the knot and loosening the lace of my dress.

He’s moving excruciatingly slow, taking his time as he softly whispers, “I can’t get enough of you. I need to come inside you again.”

I tremble beneath his words, squeezing my thighs, but that causes more of his cum to leak out. It rolls down my skin, dripping onto the floor, but it gets covered by my dress that pools at my feet when he finally gets the laces loose enough. My thong follows, and now all I’m wearing are my heels.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, but the tenor in his voice drops. There’s an insinuation in his words, like a tease that there’s more to come. “Come here.”

A rush of excitement courses through my body as he spins and picks me up. I thought coming four times would be enough, but I’m aroused again.

“What about my heels?” I wind my fingers through his hair at the nape, gently tugging on the locks. It feels exactly like it did a few years ago, just as soft and thick.

“We’re keeping those on,” he says, glancing at our bare chests as we enter his bathroom.

The lights come on, and I realize they’re much brighter than the ones in his bedroom. I can see him better. His pupils are blown out, and what’s left of the usual pale green is a darker color. His face is flushed, his cheeks are bright pink, and he’s coated in a sheen of sweat, causing him to glow beneath the bright white lights.

“I’ve missed you.” He captures my lips with his, punishing them as he sets me on top of the vanity.

I hiss as my heated skin touches the cold marble, but gasp a moment later when he spreads my thighs, circles an arm around my back, and scoots me to the edge. He has me recline back, and I prop my palms behind me.

He’s stuck staring at my pussy, while I’m in a daze staring at his cock. He’s hard again, angry veins running down his shaft, and the tip leaks pre-cum.

“Tell me you missed me.” Sylas strokes himself and stands between my thighs.

“I missed you.” I split my legs wider for him and drop one hand between my pussy, spreading my lips. His cum is still dripping out, and as his eyes zero in on it, his jaw turns to stone. “I missed you so much.” I collect his cum and use it to rub it on my clit until I whimper and jerk, still sensitive.

“You’re such a good little slut, doing it just like I showed you,” he praises, and removes my hand, replacing it with the tip of his dick. “Desperate, filthy, easy fucking whore.”

I bite my lip, moaning as I watch him play with me. I flourish under his degrading words, squirming as he teases me. It becomes unbearable. I’m close to coming, but he doesn’t let me. He drags the head to my entrance, and just when I think he’s going to enter me, he stops.

Setting my palm on top of his, I guide him to where I really want him. “I swear…” I breathe harshly, ignoring the bead of sweat that rolls down my temple. “You can play with me, tease me, use me any other day, but not tonight. It’s been years and I just?—”

“Years?” He stops moving.

“I haven’t been with anyone since you. You think I had the time to mess around?”

“No, I just thought…you’d eventually move on.” He clears his throat.

“I wanted to,triedto, but I couldn’t.” I huff out an aggravated breath. “Between Rosie and everything else, I didn’t have time, and when I did, I thought about you. It made me hate you.”

A wicked smile stretches wide across his face. “Good. I’m glad it made you hate me.”

I scoff. “Are you serious? Are you hearing yourself?”

“I am.” He shakes my hand off him and aligns himself at my entrance. “I hear what I’m saying and what you’re saying. And that makes me happy as fuck.”