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He wouldn’t let her have her way last week. She got it. She was so worked up, right along with him, that they both needed to get off.

But tonight could be about slow and leisurely pleasuring the other.

A nighttime marathon that she’d never had with another man and always wanted.

She finally had a man she could have that with, she was positive.

“If you do that too long I’m not going to be able to last.”

“We’ve got the entire night ahead of us,” she said, her mouth opening and closing over him. She went down once, up, then down again.

She pulled her cheeks in to suck a little harder, then bobbed down and returned to the tip, sucking up any escaping moisture. It was salty and silky.

His fingers found their way into her hair the same way she was holding his the last time.

Only this time rather than keep her in place, he yanked her right off.

She looked up. His eyes were dark. They were heavy. They were telling her he was a man with not a lot of control right now.

“Next time,” he said. “Later. Right now I need to see that ass of yours.”

He pulled her up, swung her around, his hands slapping each cheek and squeezing, his lips landing on one side and then the other.

“If that is the view you want, you should have said so.”

She turned and moved toward the bed next to him, put one knee up, then the other, getting on all fours.

Her butt swayed side to side, a flag in front of him. One to surrender. To let him know she was all his for the taking.

He didn’t hesitate to grab a condom out of the box by her bedside, cover himself quickly, then position himself behind her.

His fingers found her wetness, they slid inside, made sure she was more than ready for him. Then he lined up and sank in fast, shifting the string out of the way and gripping her hips like they were his anchor.

Like he had to hold her down, in place, and let her know who was boss.

Yes, please!

A powerful man taking her the way she’d dreamed of. Making her feel safe and secure at the same time.

Any day of the week and twice on Sunday! More than twice if she had her way!

He slammed in and out, he let her body build, he made her lose her balance and end up on her elbows, allowing him to go deeper and harder yet.

She felt the tightness still inside. Another angle. Another thrust. She wanted to grip him inside of her and never let go.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded. “I’m fucking right there. Get there with me.”

She didn’t hesitate to do as he said. To put her middle finger on her swollen bud and swirl it around while he continued to dominate her like she always wanted from a man.

And when she felt herself coming, when the silk of the teddy was falling away where he’d ripped the string in his haste and movements, she heard him shout right along with her.

Then he collapsed on her back and rolled fast.

Holding her tight and protecting her at the same time as their pulsing mixed together as one.

What should have been joy had tears filling her eyes and no way she could bring them back.

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