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Clawing down my own zipper, I lined up my cock with the glistening, already swollen slot of her sex, her scent strong and spicy in my nostrils. I used my thumb to splay the lips wide. “Last chance, slut. This is happening—unless you say the words.”

Her ass pressed back against me, nudging the sensitive head of my cock, her voice a strangely attenuated murmur. “Do your worst, Nick.”

As a drove inside her in one long thrust, she made a sound of almost surprise, as if I’d driven the very breath from her lungs. Sinking fully into her heat, I couldn’t help but sigh, taking firm hold of her hip with my free hand, squeezing her right buttock under my fingers, recalling how she looked after I’d spanked her. Oh, how I wanted to do that again.

Soon, Nick.

I began to lunge inside her, ensuring she got the full length of my cock. I loved the way her legs not being able to spread fully made the fit inside her pussy that much tighter. The head of my cock brushed against her cervix at the end of each long plunge. At first, she made little sound, but as I quickly increased the tempo of my thrusting, she couldn’t help but begin to moan and groan, pushing her bottom back more and more against each of my harsh drives inside her. I kept her arm pinned to her upper back, using it as a handle, a way to control her, wanting to make her feel my utter and callous use of her in that moment, somehow knowing that she needed that too.

Eva had to see, in the most fundamental, primitive way, that the old me wasgone—and he was never coming back.

In a shockingly short period of time, my orgasm was already beginning to build, even as her wetness became so thick, so copious, it had run down all the way to the bottom of my scrotum, the sound of our joining a liquid, lurid music of lust, sung in notes that were moaned, panted, and sighed.

“Oh fuck, Nick. Fuck yes… yes, oh fuck me harder!”

I drove into her even more harshly then, bottoming out, my hips slapping against her ass, her generous flesh rippling with each impact of my body against hers, as she was pinned helplessly between my animalistic rutting and the unyielding hardness of the kitchen island. “You want my cock, slut? You want it?”

“Yes…fuckyes! Harder! Make it hurt, Nick!”

I fucked her so hard then that the entire kitchen island began to shudder and creak, and I wondered if the fronts of her thighs were going to be bruised hopelessly after this. But I didn’t care, pure instinct taking over, my need, my desire to use her, to conquer her, to show her that in this moment she was only a woman, and I was a man, determined to stake his claim upon her body.

“I’m going to come, Eva! Beg me for it! Beg for my cum, slut!”

“Yes! Give it to me!Please, Nick! Please give me your cum!”

I could hold back no longer, my orgasm exploding through me, and I staked her as deeply as I possibly could, ramming up against her, putting her up on her toes as my hips battered her rapid fire, my hands pressing her body even harder to the top of the counter, my fingers sinking into the flesh of her wrist. She cried out at each hard, brutal thrust, the head of my cock battering her cervix, my seed flooding her insides, hot and wet, my semen surging out around us even as I continued to thrust hard inside her. I staggered backward then, my cock bobbing before me, glistening with the combination of her wetness and my cum, a long string of it arching down and back up to the opening of her stretched, well-fucked sex. I slapped her ass once, then again, luxuriating in the bounce and wobble of her generous buttocks. “Now get up and get in the fucking bedroom, bitch.”

She rose shakily, but tellingly still held her sweater up enough to keep her bottom well exposed to me, to clearly display the evidence of my taking of her sex, inflamed, dripping with yet more of my thick, pearly seed. She looked back at me once, her lips bitten red, color flooding her cheeks, eyes uncertain but glazed with deep lust. She pulled her pants up enough until they bunched just below the generous curves of her ass.

For one long moment more she watched me over her shoulder, and in that look I did not see fear. I did not see hesitation. No, the only thing I saw in the depths of her gorgeous eyes…was raw, animalneed.

Then without another word she fled down the hall toward the bedroom, as fast as her feet could take her.

Chapter 11

Eva

I stumbled into the darkened bedroom, shouldering the door open and sprawling upon the huge bed. Only the low light of the side table lamps lent any illumination. My mind and heart were whirling at a million miles an hour, trying to make sense of what we’d just done.

It had been rough, animalistic, even painful at times…and I’d loved it. Even now, his thick, viscous seed leaking down my inner thighs had me shuddering again in need.

I wanted himagain, even though I know what we’d just done was a serious, perhaps fatal, mistake. It risked complicating things far more than they already had been—and things were a complete mess as it was.

Still, part of me was reveling in being in this bed once more…a place I never thought I’d visit again. Like so much else about the house, it hadn’t changed one bit. He’d even kept the overstuffed covers and fine, luxurious sheets, my body sinking sumptuously into them the way I’d always relished when we were still together.

Were?

That thought was even crazier than what we’d just done. It was an even worse idea to confuse fucking with anything other than pent-up tension and unresolved attraction.

Being drawn to Nick was always the least of my issues with him. Apparently, that hadn’t changed even with a long separation.

And it was with not a tiny bit of distress that I wondered if that attraction had onlygrownin that intervening time.

Still, that was the most minor of issues considering what he’d just done to me.

That I’dwantedit, and that he’d seemed intent on giving it to me no matter what—save me uttering those words which seemed almost mythical in my mind at that point—should have left me upset, enraged, perhaps even hurt.

Instead, he’d left me wet, panting, and needing to come perhaps more than I could ever remember in my life.

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