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Thatwas what I wanted; the complete sense of abandonment that only a relentless fucking could bring. With no say over the pace or the intensity, I was little more than a vessel for our mutual pleasure as his thrusts drove me into a haze of sensual hedonism. If he reckoned he owned me, then I wanted to see what he could do, and laying down the gauntlet had never seemed so right before.

The sounds of our flesh colliding filled the air, fusing with his grunts and my strangled cries, and in the fever of the act, my head was finally silenced, surrendering to the then and there instead of worrying about what came next.

“Oh!” I threw my head back against him, brushing my fingertips over his skin as he squashed my hands between our bodies. “Don’t stop!”

“I’ll say it one more time,” he growled, slowing his pace and accentuating each new syllable with a fresh lunge. “I. Give. The. Fuck. Ing. Orders!”

Ignoring him completely, my hips continued their lusty dance, arching back to receive more of him before thrusting forward to search for the sweet friction of the bed, his arm, or anything else they could enjoy.

At the rate he was giving it to me, I wouldn’t last much longer, and after the cruel game of denial he’d inflicted earlier, I deserved the orgasm at the end of the effort more than ever.

“Look at you!” he hissed, drilling into me over and over again. “Practically begging for my cock!”

“Yes,” I groaned, snapping my hips forward again.

Who was I to argue?

If he hadn’t caved in so easily to provide me with what I wanted, I would have considered begging for it, but Eli had made the union simple, taking my bait and whirling me around for the most powerful and passionate fucking of my life.

“Fuck!” Balling my hands into fists, I called out at our unadulterated fervency.

I hadn’t known the craving existed within me until he’d come along and ignited it, but awareness meant I wanted more—much more—of all the ardor he could bring.

Tilting me forward, his weight pushed me back to the covers, leaving my ass prone and my pussy entirely at his mercy. The hand that had fondled my breast shifted, finding my clit and flicking and tugging it as I bit down on the bed sheets.

The last thing I remembered screaming before the wave of bliss shattered all cogent thought was his name—two syllables piercing the air as he pummeled me straight over the precipice.

Collapsing over me a moment later, his body jerked as my pussy spasmed around his cock, and even though my hands were numb and my shoulders ached, I’d never known contentment like it.

Chapter Twenty

Aftermath

Eli

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