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Lining myself up, I press into him and watch the tip of my cock disappear inside him.

“Please,” he begs. “Fuck me.”

He’s nowhere near ready for me. I gave him the laziest amount of preparation considering how long it’s been since I’ve been inside him, but this is where we both are. We can’t reach the pleasure without pushing through the pain.

I plunge myself inside him, and I feel, all the way down to my balls, the hoarse cry that rips out of Leo’s throat.

“Fuck, you hurt so good,” I grind out.

His body strangles my cock as my hips buck in and out of him.

Every thrust is heaven and hell.

In and out.

Everything I loved. Everything I lost.

Wrapping my arms around his chest, I bring his body up to me, his back now against my front.

The angle of my cock is deeper, harsher.

His head cants toward me and I capture his mouth in a furious kiss. Ravaging him. Hating him.

We’re both on the edge, the fall into the aftermath inevitable.

“I hate you for making me feel like this,” I grit out.

“I know,” he cries. “Fuck. Baby, I know.”

Pushing him back down to the bed, I grip his hips and fuck him mercilessly. There is no romance, no heart, no Leo and Jesse as I pound into my husband.

I reach for Leo’s cock and he swats my hand away. “Just you,” he breathes out. “Only for you.”

His self-denial ignites a familiar searing heat through my veins and in my bones. I chase that one good feeling. Relentlessly.

Over and over and over until there’s nothing left.

My orgasm ricochets through me, weakening my limbs, my muscles, my resolve.

My cum fills Leo, and I’m not ready to let it slip out. Letting myself sag on top of him, I wait for my breathing to even out before making my move.

“Jesse,” he breathes out.

“Not yet,” I warn.

Slowly, I pick myself up off him and watch as I reluctantly pull my cock out of his body.

Strings of my arousal follow me, and I just swipe at them with my fingers and push them back inside of him.

There’s satisfaction in the whimper that leaves his mouth.

I make an absolute mess of him, mark him, keep some part of me visible on him for as long as I possibly can.

Because that’s all I have to give.

I’m almost certain he’s lost the rest of me.

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