Page 155 of One Last Encore

He froze, every muscle in his body snapping taut, a strangled noise tearing from his throat. She grabbed his face in both hands, dragging him up into a savage kiss, tasting herself on his mouth, owning him. Her thighs fell open, wide and shameless, offering herself up without hesitation.

Her hands were frantic, clawing at his belt, yanking his pants and briefs down with furious, desperate motions. The second she freed him, her hand wrapped around his cock, hot and heavy in her grasp.

He choked on a groan, his hips jerking into her hand instinctively, his cock throbbing, as she stroked him with slow, teasing pulls. His entire body vibrated with restraint, every instinct screaming at him to take her, to bury himself in her and never let go.

"Shit," he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands tangling in the sheets by her head to keep from slamming into her hand. His chest heaved, his thighs trembling from the effort it took to hold back.

She only smiled wickedly, her thumb circling the head of his cock, spreading his pre-come over the flushed tip until he was gritting his teeth to keep from exploding.

"Goddamn it," he groaned, tearing her hand away and pinning it to the bed, needing a second to breathe.

"You keep that up, and this is gonna be over before it even starts," he ground out, his forehead dropping to hers.

It had been way too long since he had sex, about five years too long, and he was about to lose it before they even really got started. Sure, he had chances, women had tried, but he couldn't do it. He hadn't wanted to. And when the need did creep in, his hand and the memory of her were all he ever needed.

Before he could stop himself, the truth came tumbling out.

"I haven’t been with anyone else," he blurted out, the truth tearing free before he could stop it.

She stilled, her wide, dazed eyes locking onto his.

"I wouldn’t be mad if you had," she whispered, hesitant.

He shook his head roughly, cupping her face in his shaking hands, forcing her to see the truth burning in his eyes.

"No one else... it was never you,” he rasped.

Her breath hitched, tears gleaming in her eyes before she crushed her mouth to his, desperate, claiming, hers.

"I know," she whispered against his lips. "I know."

They tore at each other, messy and frantic, all tongue and teeth and broken gasps. She wrapped her legs around his waist, dragging him down into the cradle of her body, grinding her soaked pussy against the thick, pulsing length of him.

He barely managed to strip the last of their clothes away, too frantic to care about anything but skin. Warm, slick, trembling skin that molded to his, burning him.

Their mouths moved with no rhythm, no patience, only raw, aching hunger until all he could taste was her and all he could feel was her pressed against every broken place inside him.

"I missed you," she gasped against his mouth, her voice cracking, raw with too much feeling. His chest clenched and he dropped his forehead back to hers, breathing hard.

"Every single moment," he murmured, voice thick and shaking. "Of every single day."

He gripped the base of his cock, dragging the thick, blunt head through her dripping folds, spreading her wetness over himself. She whimpered, her hips bucking upward, silently begging for him.

"Do we need to–?"

"I’m on the shot," she panted, dragging him into another searing kiss. Still, he held her gaze, needing her certainty, her permission.

"You’re sure?" he rasped, the tip of his cock nudging against her entrance, teasing them both.

"I want you. Now." Her nails dug into his back, her hips rocking up to meet him.

With a groan, he pushed inside her, the thick head of his cock stretching her open. She cried out, her back arching, her body clenching around him so tight he nearly lost it then and there. Her fingers clawing at his shoulders as he sank deeper, inch by relentless inch, until he was seated fully inside her, buried to the hilt in her scorching heat.

He stilled, trembling, overwhelmed. She was so tight, so hot and wet around him, it felt like heaven and hell all at once. He stayed still for a moment, trembling with the effort it took not to just take her, to not just lose himself in the heat and tightness of her body.

"Fuck," he ground out against her skin, every muscle in his body straining. "You feel...so good. So fucking good."

Her hands roamed wildly over his back, her nails raking down his spine, urging him deeper, harder, more.

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