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He groaned. “Not helping. Next time.”

He came toward me, grasping my ankles and tugging me in his direction. He took hold of my underwear and ripped it from my body, making me gasp.

He spread my thighs, opening me to his heated gaze. His arousal spurred mine. I cupped my breasts to ease my need but all it did was make me crave him more.

He rubbed his cock up and down my cleft, mixing our juices together. The engorged head of his erection rimmed my weeping pussy. I lifted my hips to engulf him but Ashur held me in place.

“I say when I fuck you. If I tell you to wait, then you wait. From this moment, I own your pleasure. No getting yourself off unless I give you permission.”

He rubbed his cock up my folds again, circling my swollen, sensitive clit.

My back bowed and I growled. “Ashu, please.”

“Do I make myself clear, Tara? Do you accept every moan, every contraction of your pussy belongs to me?”

“Yes. I belong to you. No one but you.”

He slammed into me, and immediately my mind clouded with an insatiable need to come, and a guttural cry of desperate hunger escaped from my mouth.

Ashur’s knee dipped onto the bed and his weight and body surrounded me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, tilting my hips to meet each thrust.

My nails dug into his back, and he let out a hiss. The next thing I knew, he’d captured my arms and pinned them above my head in the tight grip of one palm.

He loomed over me, panting and pounding in my aching core. We kissed as he thrust, letting our bodies slide against each other.

He kept a hard, steady pace that had me shattering moments later. I convulsed and contracted around him. Clenching my eyes tight, I reveled in the intensity of my release.

My focus had barely returned before he brought me up again.

For a man who was supposedly hanging on by a thread, he had impeccable control. I orgasmed another two times, and with the last one he followed, calling out my name and pumping his hot cum deep inside me.