Page 206 of Devil's Bargain

“Yes.”

“Good!” He removes one of the big cushions, flips me over, and wedges it underneath me.

I moan, watching him over my shoulder as he slips my panties aside and works his dick inside my wet heat.

Then he begins to move, and my heart swells until it feels too big for my chest. I’m so in love with him, even after all this time.

“Fuck, April! Fuck, I’ve fantasized about this so many times!”

“Harder, Rick!”

“Jesus. Fuck!”

He fists my hair, his hips drilling into me.

“Is that the best you can do?” I goad, holding on for dear life but unable to resist the urge to poke the slumbering beast.

He covers my mouth with his hand and whispers against my temple, “I’ll feed you my cock until you choke if you don’t shut the fuck up!”

My eyes roll to the back of my head. God, those words! Rick makes me want to defy him. The thought of his big cock in my mouth… I bite his hand, earning a sharp hair pull and a smack on the ass.

He fucks like an animal. A starved, depraved animal.

“I’m going to fuck you raw!

I’m flipped over, and he lifts my legs up by my head and slides into me again.

“You’re so tight!”

This feels intimate. He fucks me slowly now, watching my body move with every thrust.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

His hands on my body and his lips on my skin feel like heaven. I’m aroused, so fucking aroused, but it feels different! I can’t deny that.

I pull him down for another kiss. “Don’t stop, babe!”

He thrusts into me harder, groaning against my lips. “I’m not letting anyone hurt you again!”

Thrust.

“Fuck me, babe!” I moan, clawing my nails down his strong back beneath his shirt. He feels so good on top of me.

Thrust.

“I love you, April!”

Thrust.

My eyes sting with unshed tears. I can’t look away as he makes me his. “I love you too!”

He slaps me. Once, then twice, making every muscle in my body tighten as I orgasm. He slaps me a third time for good measure while I’m still climaxing, then grabs my jaw. “Look at me when you come!”

“Rick!” I whimper, clutching his lapels. We’re still dressed.

Burying his face in my neck, he pulses his release with a guttural groan.

I love his weight on top of me. When he tries to climb off, I hold him tighter. “Don’t leave yet!”

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