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More suffering.

Because something told me this would be the last time I would ever be inside her. That wasn’t enough of a punishment; I needed to torture myself even more.

As I swiped her, Pepper didn’t move. She didn’t shift her hips.

She just moaned with each pass, taking it, waiting.

The tease was excruciating. Knowing her pussy was ready for me, knowing how hard she would make me come, was more torture than the leather of the flogger. More painful than the slap of my fingers.

“You’re a masochist,” she cried.

That was when I heard the need in her voice, the desire in her tone.

“You want my cock?”

I allowed myself an inch, the same amount that her mouth had given to me earlier.

But not a hair more.

“Please,” she begged.

Even during sex, she was submissive. She would take the control when I gave it to her, especially if I placed her on top of me, but I could tell she preferred to be dominated. I had zero complaints about that; it was what I wanted too.

“I need you, Bale.” She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes pleading, lips parted. “I need you to fuck me.”

Even if it was just an inch, her tightness was consuming me.

And it was taking every bit of strength I had not to plunge the rest of my dick inside her.

My teeth gnawed into my bottom lip. My hands wouldn’t relax from the fists they were balled into. Even my fucking toes were grinding into the floor.

Every small jerk forward—a reminder.

A physical beating.

How will I ever get over this woman?

How will I protect her if she doesn’t choose me?

I couldn’t wait a second more.

“Ahhh,” I exhaled the moment I sank into her.

“Fuck!” Her gasp was followed by a moan. “Yesss.”

I kept myself plunged, her tightness enveloping my cock, holding me in. Her warmth and wetness made my fucking body tingle.

“Goddamn it,” I roared. “You feel so good.”

Better than good.

Pepper’s cunt was incredible.

Just what I remembered—the squeezing, the heat.

The way she molded to my cock, as though she had been made just for me.

I held her hips, using them as leverage to rear back and dive in again. Once I was buried, I stayed in that spot, frozen, breathing out my desires.

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