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“Wait,” he murmurs as I rip off his suitcoat. “This is important, Mira.”

There’s something about his tone. I stop undressing him and glance up at him. “Have you lied to me about something?”

“I didn’t lie to you. But we didn’t sleep together, on our wedding night. I know you think we did and⁠—”

Relief and giddiness go through me at his confession. It’s definitely not a lie, and I don’t care what he let me think. I only care that he’s here, and he gives me incredible orgasms. “Then you should know I’m expecting a lot from this performance, cowboy.”

“And I will deliver.” He grabs my hips, moving so I’m the one against the door, and I love the feeling of being caged in by him. Love the way he kisses me like he owns me now. My breasts brush against his chest, my nipples sharp points, and I rub myself shamelessly against him.

His hand goes under my dress. “Are you wet for me?”

“See for yourself,” my voice is breathy, and I’ve never been this needy before.

He slips his fingers beneath my dress and brushes my soft flesh. “You’re not wearing panties. You were waiting for this, weren’t you? Sitting through dinner, knowing that later I was going to slide deep into you.”

I nod, wondering if I look as needy as I feel. “I’m on the pill, and I’m healthy.”

“Are you saying you want this bare? Do you want me to claim your tight pussy, fill it with my come until it’s leaking from you?”

“Yes,” I moan as he dips a finger into my aching channel. After our shower, I know he’s got a big cock that’s salty and warm and hard for me. Just the memory has me clenching around his digit.

He groans and presses another kiss to my lips. His other kisses were slow and tender, but this one is different. It’s filthy and needy and so damn erotic as he mimics with his tongue exactly what he plans to do with his cock.

His energy is fierce and primal, and it makes me grab his shoulders. He’s so strong and solid.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he says and yanks at his pants. He frees his cock and impales me in one smooth thrust. I’m trapped between his strong body and the door, unable to do anything but surrender to this moment of pleasure that’s happening between us.

I call his name in a whimper. He’s so big and he’s filling me so well. Just the thought makes my pussy gush even more.

“I know, I know,” he presses his forehead to mine even as his hips begin a pounding rhythm. “I’ll be gentler next time. But this pussy is driving me crazy. Can’t believe I managed to stay out of you for two days.”

“That’s it. Feels so good,” I murmur as he reaches for my clit.

He circles it with the pad of his thumb. “You’re soaked for me. You’ve been needy all day.”

“Yes. Yes!” I scream as the tension builds in my body. “Take me. Take everything. Make me yours.”

“This pussy is so damn snug. You’re so tight and hot and fuck, you’re such a good girl. So good for me.”

His words have me hurtling over the edge, the orgasm so intense that it steals my breath and completely consumes me. He stays steady through the whole thing, giving me that pleasure as I cry out, making incoherent sounds.

I’m still barely functional when he carries me to the bed. He withdraws from me, and his slick cock is eye-level with me. I lick my lips eager to have my mouth on him. He didn’t come yet, and if that’s the way he prefers, I’m all too happy to swallow again.

But instead of asking for that, he says in a gritty command, “On your hands and knees for me. Show me the pussy I own.”

I know the feminist in me should be super mad at him right now, but instead I just gush again and do exactly as he said. Every time he’s been inside me, he’s given me incredible pleasure. Mine seems just as important to him as his is, which makes me damn eager to see what he wants to do next.

I yank off my dress, completely naked in front of him, and get to my hands and knees. The bed dips behind me.

His breath is hot on my neck. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I agree with a breathy whimper.

He slides into my channel and at this angle, he goes even deeper. I’ve never been so stuffed full. I reach between my legs, touching my clit. I didn’t expect to be able to come again, but here I am.

“That’s it. Touch yourself,” he croons.

His words, his thick cock, and his breath on my neck, all of its too much. There’s too much pleasure here, and I go hurtling over the edge of bliss. My rubbery legs collapse, but I don’t fall because he wraps an arm around my waist and holds me up.