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I lingered in the kiss. Let the sway of his tongue bring me to the edge of a new kind of passion.

“God, yes.” I nodded.

“Then do it,” he urged. He sat back to allow me room to maneuver on the sofa. He watched me like a hungry lion. It made my skin heat and my pussy ache for release. Had I ever wanted to be ravished before? Had I ever thought I would burn up from the inside out without this man inside me? I had to have him. I had to feel that connection we once shared.

I moved forward on my palms, shifting to my knees, pressing into the sofa so that he had a full view of my ass.

“I like the thong.”

I jerked when I felt him snap the strip between my cheeks.

The sting turned to pleasure. “Do that again,” I whispered. My pulse quickened.

“What? This?” His fingers moved between my legs, pinched the fabric and snapped it over my clit.

“Ohh, yes,” I whimpered. “I like it when you do that.” I wiggled backward, hoping for more.

“Fuck, you’re even sexier now. And I think a little naughty.”

“Only with you,” I admitted. My sex life was vanilla as hell. This was the hottest thing I’d done in years.

“Is that so?” He cracked the thong harder this time and I yelped.

“Yes.” I nodded. I was breathy and I licked my lips, sinking my teeth hard into the soft skin.

He climbed onto the couch behind me. As he leaned forward, I felt his cock press against the inside of my thigh. It was as hard as a rod and bigger than any cock had a right to be. And all I wanted was for him to sink it inside of me. To undo all of the hurt that we had caused each other. I wanted it to push inside me so deep we were connected the way we used to be. I wanted that glorious cock to take me to another time and place. To remind me there was a time when I was his girl. Remind that we had something time and distance couldn’t dissolve.

I looked at him over my shoulder as he fisted it, pumping gently.

He p

ressed it between the slickness of my folds and I shuttered.

“Shit,” he whispered, coating himself in my juices. His hips kicked back and forth sliding between my slit, building friction over my clit. Every time I gasped with anticipation, hoping he was going to push inside me.

But he took his time, grinding against my ass, slowing his movements. Making me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

His thumbs hooked the sides of my thong and brought it down to my thighs. I wiggled trying to shake the panties all the way, but I felt a slap against my bottom.

“I want them there,” he growled.

Oh shit. I realized they restrained me slightly. My ass was at his mercy like this and I shivered with what that meant. I was on my knees for him, giving myself to him all over again. Showing him that we wanted the same thing. That our heat and fever ran deep. The hottest embers had always been there under the surface.

I moaned, feeling the straps dig into my thighs as he spread my legs. I loved it. The wickedness of it. The dirtiness. The sexiness of being everything he wanted. Blake positioned himself behind me and I inhaled. I wasn’t prepared. My entrance was dripping wet. My heart firing rapid heartbeats. My clit throbbing. But I wasn’t prepared when Blake slammed inside me like a rod of fire.

I screamed out as he pushed inside, hilting himself on the first thrust. There was no easing into it. There was no building up. He was inside me, filling me with his giant cock and I cried out from the pain.

“Oh Blake. Oh God,” I begged for release, but as he rode me harder it turned to pure ecstasy.

I bounced and sighed as the rocking built inside my core, pushing me to accept the newness of our bodies. The newness of our passion. The tension and anticipation finally unraveling in this moment. The waiting coming to an end. The longing realized. It was all here between us as Blake sank his cock into me, forging erotic places our bodies had never been together.

“Fuck, Sierra. You’re so tight. Your pussy has always been mine hasn’t it?”

I nodded, unable to find the words to describe the feeling. I was a bundle of sensation and wonder. Not knowing my body was capable of all Blake was challenging it to accept.

He reached forward twisting my clit between his fingers.

“Say it,” he commanded.