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Natalie’s moans grow to shouts, her pussy clenching harder around me as she comes, her arousal soaking my hand. She keeps coming as I massage her inner walls, drawing out her pleasure until her body goes limp.

When her legs stop shaking, I hover over her, my cock gliding through her slick folds, grazing her clit with each rock of my hips as she thrashes against the binds.

I undo her ankle straps first and take the time to kiss the red spots and massage her until she moans and wriggles in her handcuffs. Her hands fly to my shoulders as soon as I open them, and her nails dig in.

“Please, Leon. I need more. I need so much more.”

“What do you need more of?”

“You.”

“Say it. What do you need.”

“I need your cock … inside me, now.”

Smirking, I flip us around and hold her in position as she hovers above me. My fingers dig into the creases of her hips as I thrust upwards from below, the tip of my cock sliding into her tight pussy.

The way her wetness drips down my cock is another kind of foreplay all together, making me feel like I’m going to come before I have the chance to be inside her.

Thankfully, my control hasn’t been that pathetic in twenty-two years.

Natalie splays her hands on my chest and holds on tight as she lowers herself onto my cock. Once I’m fully buried inside her, I grab her wrists, pull them behind her, and let her hold on to my legs.

Her body arches, her breasts push forward, her hard nipples poking up into the air.

With a swirl of her hips, her clitoris rubs against my body, and her pussy clutches my cock. Her pace changes; she rides me harder and faster, and with each up and down slide on my cock, my pleasure climbs. But I refuse to let go until she does.

I switch the angle and hold her by the shoulders, my cock is buried in her to the hilt, and I pump harder into her from below.

Her breasts bounce, and her walls squeeze me impossibly hard with the sweetest moans. It only takes a few thrusts for her to shatter with a loud cry.

I don’t stop moving; her pussy clenches me like a custom-made vise just to drive me wild. She flings her hands back on my shoulders, her nails scraping down my chest. I don’t care if she marks me, too; I’ll take a thousand more scratches.

My vision turns dark, every nerve in my body goes haywire, and I come hard. It’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve had her.

The moaning and groaning of our orgasms fills the room and sounds like a guttural, wild scream.

As her body slumps against mine, completely exhausted, I gently roll her off me and pull her to my side. A satisfied smile flits across my face. This woman is simply incredible. And she's mine.

I think she’s learned her lesson.

Chapter 18 - Natalie

My body still aches when I wake up in my own bed the following day, but it’s a delicious kind of ache. It's the pain of a man who knows how to work a woman’s body.

I shouldn’t have wanted this last night.

If I were smarter, I wouldn’t have slept with him, but I think I've already proven in the last few days that I'm probably one of the dumbest women in the world.

Even after Leon had picked me up at the police station, I allowed him to take me to his room. And when he pinned me against the wall, all I could think about was how much I wanted him, longed for him, and craved his touch.

Leon holds a power over me, it’s suffocating. All consuming. Intoxicating.

Just the thought of him teasing me with a knife, my hands bound, and my body immobile, has heat pooling between my legs again.

No. Out of bed. Figure out what you’re going to do now.

I don’t know how I got back to my room last night. I don’t think I walked, especially when I throw back the covers and try to get up, I almost fall over again.

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