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When we’re done, I’ll make damn sure she’ll be feeling me long after she leaves this stable.

“Hold on tight, Goldie,” I say, pressing my hand against the small of her back. “I don’t plan on being gentle.”

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Cade’sangry thrusts are just another reminder of how much he owns me.

There’s been years between us, yet as he pushes in and out of me with such force my hip bones are almost rubbed raw from slamming into the saddle stand, it seems like we’ve never been apart.

It isn’t just the way he thrusts into me that proves I had no chance of ever being anyone else’s. It’s in the way he possessively wraps his fingers in my hair, looping the strands around his palm to control the top half of my body. Even if I wanted to push off this stand and put us in a new position, I wouldn’t be able to. Cade makes sure that even as he pounds into me from behind in a way that follows through on his promise to punish me, that he’s the one in full control.

I let him have it.

I thrive with him having it.

My body comes alive underneath his dominating touch. It feels too fucking good, the pleasure mixed with his painful thrusts, something I excitedly welcome.

Cade pulls on my hair, forcing me to arch my back. The movement helps him push even deeper inside me—something I didn’t know was possible. He’s too deep, so deep that it hurts every time he fully seats himself inside me. His thighs slap against my ass with each thrust, his pace punishing.

I gladly take all of it—all of him. I’ll take anything he’ll give me, my body desperate to feel completely owned by him.

He said he was punishing me, but his possessive thrusts and growls still feel like he’s worshiping me.

When the hand not in my hair drifts up my ribcage and plays with my exposed nipple, I moan. Tingles move from my breast all the way down to my clit. His hips are unforgiving as he pushes in and out of me angrily, but his fingers playing with my nipple are gentle. He caresses over it, teasing me.

“Cade.” I moan again, it feels too good. It feels like too much. I know that another orgasm is building inside me. I fight telling him that I’m about to come, fearful that he’ll stop as another way to take his anger out on me.

“What, baby?” His words come out strained. I feel power knowing that he’s as unhinged as I am. I need it as proof that nothing has changed between us—at least when it comes to the way our bodies speak to one another.

My teeth clamp down on my lip as I fight the urge to tell him how close I am. I wouldn’t put it past him to cut me off from coming just to spite me for last night—for the past five years.

His quick, deep thrusts make my toes curl in my cowgirl boots. I know I’m seconds away from coming, the feel of his cock stretching me and punishing me too much.

Right before I’m about to be sent over the edge, his thrusts slow.

I moan because I was so close but the change in tempo has the pressure building but not quite reaching the edge. It’s the most euphoric form of torture, being on the brink of an orgasm but not quite reaching it.

“I feel your cunt hugging me tighter. Did I say it was time for you to come again?”

My head falls forward, hitting the leather saddle. He allows it, but his fingers stay firm in my hair.

He slowly pumps in and out. Tingles run all over my body as the orgasm threatens to overtake me. I know whenever I finally reach the release, it’s going to be powerful.

“What if I wasn’t done punishing you yet?”

“I’m sorry,” I croak, pushing my hips against him to try and get him to speed up, to go deeper, something to push me past that last little bit.

Cade rests his chest against my back, his weight heavy on top of me as he aims his mouth right next to my ear. “It’s not fun thinking you’re going to get something only to have it taken away is it, Goldie?”

His lips brush against the side of my neck tenderly. He steals whatever answer I could give him from my mouth when he pulls out of me and turns my body. The movement is so fast I can’t even process what’s happening until he’s got me seated on the saddle stand once again, my legs spread wide open as he steps between them.

Cade doesn’t make me wait long, he pushes inside me, not allowing much time for our bodies to be separated.

One hand runs up my back and over my shoulders until he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“I’m done punishing you. It’s time for you to come, but you’re going to look at me while you do it.” As soon as he utters the last syllable, he’s slamming into me, my body coming off the saddle with the movement. He lowers both his hands to rest under my ass, keeping me upright as he takes out all the anger and frustration from all our years apart out on me.

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