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I feel my body tightening around him, the pleasure overwhelming. With each deep thrust, I can sense the climax approaching.
“Fuck. I cum so easy with you. It’s crazy.”
“Yes you do, baby. Ride me. Come when I say. And I say, come now.”
It comes again, ripping through me like a hurricane.
His huge hands grip my ass as I bounce up and down on his hard length.
He pulls me in close to him for a wet, sloppy kiss as ecstasy takes me over and he keeps pumping into me.
“You just need a bigger, younger cock, baby.”
Ohfuck.
The possession. The dirtiness…and the taboo of it all.
“You’re mine now, Elena,” he growls.
He flips me over and pounds me as my moans echo through the empty gym.
He slams into me and I can’t take it any more.
“You know, I kind of do hate you. Because I can’t get you out of my system.”
“Oh my God,” I moan.
“Your ex fuck you like this?” He grits out.
“Never,” I moan.
“Oh?”
“It was never this…fulfilling.”
“Guess you have a new standard.”
“This is a great workout, Sir.”
“Mmmm. The fucking best workout there is.”
And I don’t disagree.
Chapter Thirteen
COLT
Late afternoon on Saturday, Mom’s living room smells like tomato soup and Vicks vapor rub.
The heat is too high—as usual—and she’s wrapped in the pink blanket she’s had since I was in high school.
She’s doing better today. The color is back in her face, and she’s breathing easier.
I’m sitting on the edge of the couch, watching her knit something uneven and lopsided that she’ll insist I keep forever.
“So,” she says without looking up, “you seeing anyone?”
I choke on air.
