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Eden

This was better than she’d remembered.

It was a good thing she was no longer following her plan to try to convince herself that there was nothing between her and Marcus and that the sex with him couldn’t have been that good.

If she had been, the plan would have been blown out of the water.

Marcus was lavishing attention on her, worshipping every inch of her body, and she was drowning in pleasure.

This was what she’d dreamed of—those lonely nights when she’d been hoping for her husband to turn back into the man she’d married.

Was she crazy to give him a second chance now?

Maybe. But it did look like he’d truly put in the work and made the changes, and after all that she’d given up, shouldn’t she get the benefit of that?

“Oh, fuck… oh, Daddy…” Eden writhed as he sucked her clit into his mouth, pulsing the swollen nub with his tongue.

Pleasure welled up in her core and washed over her in a wave as her fingers dug into the base of his skull, gripping him, trying to pull him more firmly against her as she came for him.

She’d barely come down from the high when he pulled away, licking his lips, his eyes hot with need. Shoving his hand into his pocket, he pulled out a condom packet.

“I’m still on birth control, Daddy. Just fuck me,” she pleaded, sliding her hands over her body to tempt him.

She didn’t want to feel him through the rubber.

She wanted to feel just him inside her, the way it had always been between them.

The birth control was necessary to keep her periods regular, even when she wasn’t having sex, so she’d never stopped taking it—besides, better safe than sorry.

A decision she definitely didn’t regret now as desire flared in Marcus’ eyes, and he dropped the packet.

“I got my tests run at the doctor’s three months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since,” he said, his voice a growl as he dropped forward, his forearms bracing himself against the bed on either side of her.

“Two months ago for me. And same.”

His mouth claimed hers in another kiss, and this time, she could taste her pleasure on his tongue.

As his big body moved over hers, she spread her thighs wide for him, moaning against his lips as she felt the blunt head of his cock rubbing between her pussy lips, coating the tip with her arousal.

She squirmed, moving to get him in the right spot, needing him inside her.

Both of them moaned as he thrust forward, stretching her open.

The pointed tips of her nipples brushed against the wiry hairs on his chest, adding to the pleasurable stimulation as he sank into her.

Eden moaned again, lifting her hips to meet his thrust and wrapping her legs around his to dig her heels into the backs of his thighs, wanting him deeper inside her.

“Oh fuck, babygirl,” he groaned, flexing his hips to retreat, then thrust in again.

If she hadn’t already been cried out, hearing those words from his lips would have made her tear up again. It felt as if she’d been waiting forever to hear him call her that, in exactly that tone.

“Daddy, harder, please, fuck me harder!” She whimpered as his hands curved around her arms, sliding from her biceps over her elbows to her wrists, pushing her hands up above her head.

Their fingers joined, his weight pushed her arms down into the bed, pinning her as he began to move harder and faster within her.

Unable to do more than wriggle beneath him, Eden moaned and squirmed, her pussy clenching around him with every hard thrust. His body rubbed against her swollen clit as he lowered his lips to hers for another searing kiss, muffling her cries of pleasure.

It was everything she’d been missing.

Her pussy clamped down around his thrusting cock as her pleasure mounted, another, bigger orgasm growing within her.

Shuddering, her legs tightened around his waist, feet pulling him into her so she could rub her sensitive parts against his hard body.

As his thrusts grew wilder, driving deeper, he could no longer maintain the kiss.

He pulled his lips away, allowing her cries to fill the room again.

“Oh, Daddy, I’m going to come… oh fuck, I’m going to come…”

“That’s it, babygirl.” His voice was a deep growl, reaching to some inner part of her that craved his command. “Come for me, come all over Daddy’s cock.”

It was filthy and hot, so wrong, yet so right.

Eden cried out as her orgasm peaked and the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Her back arched, her arms straining, but she couldn’t move them from where he had her restrained by his own hands.

The inability to move increased the pleasure of her climax.

She writhed on his cock as he pumped harder and harder.

With a wild cry, he buried himself inside her, and her pussy clenched hard as she rubbed her body against his. The stimulation sent another wave of ecstasy sweeping through her. She dug her heels into his thighs as the intensity of her erotic bliss became almost painful.

“Daddy!”

Feeling the burst of his climax inside her, the hot pulses of cum filling her, her muscles spasmed around him as if her body was trying to pull every drop of cum deep into her.

They’d talked about having kids, but their marriage had fallen apart before they’d done more than discuss the possibility.

Even though she was on birth control now, there was something incredibly hot about knowing he was filling her with his seed.

The fact that her brain was already there said more about what she felt about him than any of her sassy shields and barriers had.

She was so fucked.

And not because he’d just filled her with his cum, though that, too.

“Holy fuck, babygirl…” Marcus’ words echoed her thoughts.

He lifted his head, looking down at her, and her gaze darted around as his intense look, while he was still inside her, made her feel more vulnerable than ever.

One of his hands slid down her arm to cup her cheek, and she met his gaze, inwardly and outwardly trembling at the intimacy.

Marcus’ dark eyes were soft. Loving. The way he’d looked at her forever ago, yet somehow different.

“Guess you were serious about giving me a second chance, huh?”

“And using you for sex while I do so,” she retorted. Her sassy barriers were coming back up as she tried to hide her rising panic.

Yes, she’d decided to give him another chance.

Yes, she’d wanted the sex.

But now that her arousal had been reduced to a simmer rather than a firestorm, and her desires were no longer playing havoc with her brain, she was panicking a little.

This was what she wanted, but it was also too much, too fast—and her pride wouldn’t let her admit it.

Her first instinct was to prod Marcus and try to push him away.

Instead, he chuckled and lowered his lips to hers for a kiss.

“Consider my dick at your disposal.”

That wasn’t the response she’d expected, and as Eden laughed, she felt something inside of her relax. Not completely. Her brain was still picking apart all the ways this could go wrong. All the ways she could be hurt again. But at least she wasn’t panicking anymore.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, babygirl,” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers again for one last kiss. Eden sighed, focusing on the now and pushing thoughts of the future away as best she could.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her body hummed with satisfaction, her bottom a little sore from the spanking, her pussy sore in a good way from the fucking.

And her eyes were a little sore from the crying, although it felt like most of the aftereffects of her emotional breakdown had been wiped away by the hot sex.

At least in a kink club, when they left the private room, no one would think that evidence of tears was unusual.

Well, Rita and Bree might, but they wouldn’t bother her about it.

“So, now what?” she asked as Marcus helped her put her dress back on.

“That’s up to you,” he replied, slipping the straps back over her shoulders, caressing her skin with his fingers. Not like he was trying to turn her on, but like he couldn’t stop touching her now that he’d started. “I’d like to take you out on a date.”

“I’ve got nothing going on tomorrow.” Although she hadn’t really meant it to, the words came out sounding like a challenge. Spontaneity had never been Marcus’ strong suit, and during their marriage, it had been nearly impossible due to his work schedule.

Which wasn’t fair now since he owned his own business, and he really did have to work.

“Great. I’ll bring you breakfast before I have to go to work.”

He kissed the top of her head, amusement threaded through his voice as if he’d known what she was doing. The itch to get out of there to get some space and put up some shields again was growing stronger. As if he sensed it, Marcus wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get back to our friends.”

As much as Eden wanted to pretend like everything was normal and nothing major had happened, it was kind of hard to do with his cum slowly dripping down her thigh… but she was going to try her best.