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I can feel her getting closer and I pull away again. Hazel lets out a frustrated groan.

That’s when I smack her ass again. She lets out a hiss while her body tries to jolt forward but my hands wrapped around her won’t let her move. “Who do you belong to, Hazel?”

She looks down at me with a softness and understanding in her eyes. “You, Dex. It’s always been you.” A small smirk pulls up the corner of her lips.

I kiss her clit but then smack her two more times in succession. I know she must have my handprint emblazoned on her ass, but I need her to understand she’s mine and all that the entails. “Say you’ll never leave me again.”

“I’ll never leave you ever.” She looks deep into my eyes and her words are filled with so much conviction that I can feel how serious she is deep in my bones.

With those words something loosens in my chest, and I didn’t realize how much I needed her to say that. I smack her ass one last time, each one representing every year she’s been gone. “If you ever leave me again, I will chase you. And when I find you, I will tie you up and never let you out of my sight.”

Her body shivers with my words of possession. She can test me, but I already know that she will never be out of my sight again. She will never have another chance to leave me.

I pull her thighs down again and her pussy is dripping even more. It seems my girl likes to be spanked. I suck her clit into my mouth and graze it with my teeth.

Her legs shake in my hands as she pushes her breasts out, moaning while rubbing herself against me. Fuck, she must be close.

“Give it to me, Sugar Lips. I want your cum dripping down my face. Right now.”

My words spur something in her because she squeezes her legs around me, tightening her whole body. Her pussy spasms against my tongue and a rush of wetness enters my mouth. I do the only thing I can do; I lick her up all while she rides out her orgasm.

I grip her thighs and push her up a little. “Fuck, Hazel. I need you on my cock now.”

When our eyes connect, I see a single tear roll down her cheek. "Hazel, what's wrong?"

"I've just missed you so much." She looks away and I swear I heard her whisper, "And I hope you don't leave me when you find out."

What she doesn't realize is that I will never let her go again.

Chapter eleven

Hazel

“Hazel, I want you to ride me."

My whole body shivers with his husky voice that goes straight to my core. My legs are trembling from the orgasm that I just had along with the emotional release. I gingerly slide down his torso, trying to avoid the bruises on his ribs. Knowing that he’s hurt squeezes my heart. I can’t help myself. I lean down and kiss each one on my way, trying not to notice the way his face winces with every move. I look up at him and he must be able to read my face, because he rubs his thumb gently against my cheek. "It's okay, baby. I'm okay."

I wish I could kiss away all the hurt that I’ve caused, but maybe this is a start.

When the tip of his hard cock brushes against my pussy, I push against it letting him feel how wet I am. After doing it a few times, Dexter’s sharp tone cuts through my musings. “Hazel, stop teasing me.”

“I just wanted you to know how good you make me feel, Dex,” I purr with lust thick in my throat.

I carefully position my knees on either side of his hips, grab his cock and then guide him into my dripping cunt. When I finally sink all the way down his shaft, we both let out a groan in unison.

“Fuck, Hazel, I don’t remember you being so tight,” he says in a desperate tone, gripping my thighs. An exhilarated feeling runs through my body, knowing he's as desperate for me as I am for him.

I start to bounce up and down on him, slowly but methodically making sure that his cock hits me just right.

“Dex. It feels so good.”

It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone. When I moved away to California, I tried to start over and date other people. I couldn’t. Every time I would meet someone or go on a date, I would compare them to Dexter. And no one compares to Dexter.

The thought of someone else touching me would make me physically ill and I couldn’t handle that. I gave up after a year of trying, realizing it was pointless.

He was the only one who could touch me and deep down I loved that. I wouldn’t ruin the memory of him with another.

My pussy flutters when Dexter’s course hands grab my hips, stopping me from moving. He looks deep in my eyes. “Hazel, you are so fucking gorgeous.”

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