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She continues to stroke me, and it sends a surge of pleasure through me. I’ve had no other woman touch me before, not from what I can remember, anyway. The only woman I’ve ever wanted has been her.

My forbidden secret.

I croak out, “Si…,” but she pushes against me. Her soft body melts against my solid one and has my blood pumping with a fierce possession that heightens every cell in my body.

The memory of her nipple in my mouth and the way she caressed my head as I suckled her has a need to unleash roaring inside me.

“Mine.” I crash my lips against hers in a messy, scorching kiss that comprises our teeth clashing and our tongues thrashing about in one another’s mouths. It’s ruthless and savage, and a symbol of how I feel about her.

Her fingers graze over my belt, and I clamp my hand around her wrist to stop her.

“I want you. Please let me have this,” she repeats, her eyes imploring mine.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” The words taste like poison on my tongue.

“Yes, you do. You know it is.” She swallows hard. “You want to slide your thick cock inside me and take what belongs to you before anyone else does?” There’s something in the way she speaks, but I can’t decipher the hidden message. All I hear are her filthy words as my cock drips pre-cum with fervor.

She detaches herself from me, leaving me breathless and panting for more. Then she steps back and slowly lowers herself to the floor. I watch with wide eyes as she slips her panties off, lies on the grass, and opens her legs, exposing her glistening pussy to me beneath the moonlight.

“Can you see where I need you?” she asks, and her finger trails over the moisture gathered between her legs and down to her small hole.

Holy. Fucking. Shitballs.

Yes.

“I need you to stretch me here too. Just like you did with my…”

A haze of possession flashes through me. With no need for further convincing, I unbuckle my belt frantically.

I’m going to hell for this, but in this moment, she’s worth it all.

I’ll walk into the flames willingly. I’ll die another thousand deaths to take this part of her, the part she’s begged me to take.

She’s worth every ounce of pain and all that’s coming.

She always has been.

One beautiful memory can be enough to last a lifetime.