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I slowly slid my finger out, stood up, and went to him. Pushing him on the bed, I settled face-first between his legs and brought my mouth to his beautiful cock. I took him in deep, hearing him groan, watching him watch me as my cheeks hollowed with the force of my sucking.

Feeling the tip at the back of my throat, I lightly choked—loving the feeling of being filled by him, that he was trusting me with this and letting me have some power and time to play. Holding his balls in my hands, I took them in my mouth while my right hand was stroking him, and my left held onto his thigh.

His hardness in my hands, his softness in my mouth, and his groans filling my ears was making me feel like the strong woman I was with the inclination of a woman who would do absolutely anything this man wanted—a woman who would trust him with her heart, body, and mind.

He was done letting me play because as quick as lightning, he pulled me up and got on top of me. Leaning to grab something from beside the bed, I was curious as to what he had in mind. The man always blew me away.

Abel grabbed his belt, and holding it in his hand, he took both my wrists and tied them over my head using it. I could feel the roughness of it, causing a light, blissful edge of pain. He watched my reaction, waiting for a signal that I was okay with this; I nodded, trusting him completely.

He kissed down my neck, tasting my skin–feeling the beat of my heart. His hands started playing with my breasts, roughly pulling my tight bud between his thumb and forefinger and then lightly slapping my breast. I loved the tinge of pain that came with it.

Sensing that, he slapped it again and again. He started kissing down, his eyes glinting at the skirt tied around my waist, stopping there for a second. Suddenly his mouth was at my ear. “Seeing you like this—hands tied, hair a crazy mess, mouth open, and the skirt tied around your waist exposing that soaking wet, pretty pussy of yours—makes me want to ram myself inside you.”

At the whispered edge of his words, I moved my hips and grinded my center against his manhood. I needed this just as much as he did, needed the aching emptiness to be filled by him. I needed him to lose control and go wild inside me. I could see the battle in his eyes.

He wanted to touch and taste me for a while longer, but I could see that he was losing control—his cock too hard and my pussy too wet to drag this out any longer. I kept grinding against him, egging him on, wanting him to just lose himself inside me.

With one punishing bite to my neck, he thrust himself into me. He was so big I could feel him filling every last inch of me. I could almost feel him in my throat. Ramming himself inside me, he didn’t give me time to adapt, and thankfully, I didn’t need it.

I was lost in his powerful thrusts, and in the way he was making my body and heart feel. I looked into his lustful eyes and saw that they were wild. He was like a man possessed—he was possessing me—and I loved every second of it. I could feel the need building inside me in a way I’d never felt before, and with our eyes staring into one another’s, he nodded.

I came apart, my world colliding with his as he groaned and emptied his seed inside me, and at this moment, I was sure our hearts and bodies had met before in another lifetime. Breathing heavily, he unbuckled the belt from my hands, and he kissed my palms and wrists softly. I took his face between my hands, smiled, and gave him a light kiss on his beautiful lips.

Chapter 14: Adrenaline

Abel

The full moon cast its silver light over my garden on a warm Sunday night that I’d decided to spend at home. Walking slowly, I was accompanied by an amused Dylan. He ran and slowed down in alternations, wagging his tail, exploring the bushes and flowers surrounding the walkway before making rounds around my legs again.

“And when did you adopt him?” Ella’s sweet voice flowed through my earbuds.

“Uh—Well, it took a while for me to get over Millie’s passing. That was five years ago.” I solemnly remembered my sweet German Shepherd. “So… Adele gave him to me the following Christmas.”

“Aww.”

“Yeah, it’s never easy. But my little sister knows I’m a sucker for the bastards.”

“They do feel like family, don’t they?”

“They are family.”

Dylan barked, leaping up and scratching at my pants. She heard him and laughed. “Where are you now, anyway? It sounds so quiet.”

“Just taking a walk around the house.”

“Speaking of which, am I ever gonna see your place?”

Holding my breath, I squeezed my eyes shut. “Sure. Soon.”

“You’re not ready.”

I tittered, “Um…”

“It’s okay. It was silly of me to ask.”

“Hey, when’s your birthday?”

“It’s actually funny. I was born on the first of January.”

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