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He didn’t move, as if he’d found home and wanted to stay buried inside me forever. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking from somewhere deep in the back of my thoughts. My muscles shook. His eyes found mine and his nostrils flared. He reached behind me, pulling the zipper of my dress down, then pushing it lower over my hips to expose my bra, which was gone the next moment.

At the sight of my heavy breasts, Byron’s breath hitched. He pulled out, then drove into me. Hard. I whimpered.

His mouth came to mine, smothering my sounds. “Did your pussy miss me?” he hissed, his lips moving against mine.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

My muscles squeezed around his hardness, begging for more. Tremors danced along my skin and down my spine.

“Did.” Thrust. “Your.” Thrust. “Pussy.” Thrust. “Miss me?” My head fell back as stars shot behind my eyelids. I moaned. “Answer me!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered, the pitch of my voice getting higher and higher.

“Good,” he groaned. “Now you’re going to scream my name, Madeline.”Thrust.“Good girl.”

Shit, why did that turn me on even more? His praise. The way he called me “Madeline,” letting me know he was happy with me.

His fingers dug into my hips as he tilted me to get a better angle, hitting that sweet G-spot. He picked up the pace, his thrusts turning wilder. More erratic.

He was losing control. So was I. My whimpers became louder. His name on my lips became more frequent. He covered my mouth with his palm and my tongue darted out, licking his palm and then between his fingers. He felt so good. So perfect.

The tension built in my body. My thighs quivered. I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my bouncing breasts.

“Your greedy pussy is strangling my cock,” he hissed, pinching my nipple. Hard. “That’s right. I own this pussy. I own you, Madeline.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

The orgasm unfurled in the pit of my stomach, violent and consuming. It slithered down my spine and my muscles tightened around his shaft, milking him of everything. Reason warned about something, but I couldn’t grasp it. I was too far gone. Desire licked every inch of my flesh, burning through me, as my body shook.

A harsh growl vibrated through Byron’s chest. He grabbed the back of my thighs and threw my legs over his shoulders, then began plowing into me hard and fast.

I clawed at him. To push him. To bring him closer. I didn’t know. The sensation was too great, overwhelming me. Every single feeling dissipated in the wave of his passion. His possession.

He robbed me of my breath. He fucked me almost desperately, penetrating me deeper, harder, and faster. Each thrust hit my G-spot, making stars burst behind my eyelids. My second climax caught me off guard as it exploded through me at the same time his hot cum shot inside me, the violent ripples rolling through Byron’s strong, muscled body between my thighs.

He slumped over me, still mostly clothed, his lips finding mine while his cock still twitched inside me.

It was then that realization sunk in.

“Byron.” I panicked, pushing against him. “We didn’t use a condom.”

Chapter32

Byron

My plan went askew. A slight detour.

She distracted me, fried the circuits in my brain the moment she offered to be mine, to do with what I wanted. Instead, the moment she offered herself to me, my dick took over. Holy fucking Christ. I should have maintained control and steered the conversation. Something short-circuited, though, and I was zeroed in on one thing and one thing only.

Having her. Owning her.

All I could feel was the consuming, feral need for her. Six years of distance and separation all dissipated into thin air. Still buried deep inside her, my face in her neck, I inhaled the familiar scent of crisp apples. I hadn’t been able to stomach anything with apples for so long that my mouth was now salivating.

Her small, delicate hands that saved lives started pushing on me and dread pooled in the pit of my stomach. Did my desire blind me, making me think she wanted me too?

“Byron, we didn’t use a condom.” Panic laced her words while I couldn’t help but smile smugly. We’d come full circle.

I straightened up, helping her into a sitting position. I snatched a handful of tissues from the box on my desk and helped her get cleaned up. My cum on her pussy was enough to get my cock hard again, but this time, I ignored that little shit. Instead, I helped with her bra, then her dress, before I cleaned myself up.