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Holy shit. Why was his praise so hot and why did it turn her on so much?

He thrust inside her. This time harder and deeper.

She whimpered at the feel of him reaching deep inside her. And a little because it hurt. It had been so long since she’d had actual sex and her vibrator was nowhere near as big as Kyle, nor did she fuck herself so deeply with it.

She’d be lucky if she was able to walk when they were finished.

“You feel so fucking good.” His words made her want to purr, to beg for more, for all he could give her.

“More,” she said in a desperate whisper.

His eyes heated even more. “You like this? You like me fucking you?” Each word was followed by a thrust of his cock inside her.

She nodded, completely unable to speak while he was fucking her so thoroughly.

While he was, once again, ruining her for any other man.

His hands gripped her legs, lifting them until they were between their bodies, pushing her back further on the bed. Thank god for the yoga she did four times a week. She would never skip a class again if this was what she got for going.

“Your pussy is so tight, and feels so goddamn good.” He closed his eyes and continued to thrust into her harder and harder. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times. Of finding you and fucking you. Of making you mine again.”

She whimpered, his words and his dick spinning her world out of control. Her body was on the edge and she knew that at any second, this would be over. She didn’t want that. She wanted it to last all night. To last forever.

But that wasn’t possible. This was all they had. One more night of sex. Amazing, out-of-this-world sex. Because tomorrow, when she told him about Jasmine, it would all be over.

She’d never get this again.

So, for the second time that night, she let herself go. Let herself live in the moment. She wanted to feel good, just this once, before everything came crashing down on her.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.

Her body bent to his will and did exactly what he wanted.

She came fast and hard, shouting his name and clawing his skin. It went on and on, taking her on a journey she’d never been on before. Above her, Kyle’s face was strained and hard as he pumped into her furiously over and over again and then, with the sexiest groan in the world, came harder than she’d ever seen before.

His eyes closed again as he rode out the orgasm and she wondered for a moment if he was trying to pretend he was with someone else. Maybe to him, this was all just to screw the girl who walked away.

To her, it was so much more.

When he collapsed down on her, she immediately panicked at the possibility of the condom leaking. “You have to pull out.” She pushed him with her hands.

He lifted his head, his eyes full of confusion. “Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, tears threatening. “No, you just need to pull out before something happens.”

He did as she asked, rolling off her quickly and taking care of the condom. She tried to steady her breathing, but it was no use. This was part of the reason why she hadn’t had sex in eight years. The fear that she’d get pregnant again even while on birth control and using a condom.

“Celia,” Kyle said, sitting back down on the bed. “Did I do something wrong?” His hand touched her arm and that had her jumping up and off the bed.

“No, I just need to go.” She searched the floor for her clothes frantically. She had to get out of there before she did something stupid like tell him about Jasmine then and there.

“You haven’t really changed at all. Still walking away instead of dealing with your feelings.”

She stopped, not sure she’d heard him correctly. “What are you talking about?”

He got off the bed and stood in front of her completely naked and looking like a fucking god. “Tell me the real reason you broke things off with us all those years ago.”

She swallowed. Did he know something? Had he found out about Jasmine?

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