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Oh no, I like this more than I thought I would.

He pulls back, a glitter in his usually shuttered eyes. “Not too tight?”

I shake my head. My face is on fire.

“Nothing to say?” He sits back, kneeling between my open thighs. “That’s a first.”

When I’m tied up, him pushing my buttons only turns me on.

“You gonna tease me or fuck me?” I pant.

He pushes down his boxer briefs, and his cock releases, so hard it’s flushed. “You wet enough?”

I roll my eyes. He doesn’t need to ask that.

“Don’t you fucking sass me,” he murmurs, sinking down. There’s a faint ripping sound. He tore my panties open. Oh my God, he is the absolute worst—oh fuck.

He slides in easily, as big and hard and heavy as I remember. My fingers clench, nails digging into my palm. Something about being constricted makes my blood pound harder and my pussy throb like a drum. I’m restrained, constricted, but filled to the brim. It’s a battlefield, trying to figure out what I feel, why I like it. Then, he pulls out halfway and slams back in.

“Oh God,” I yelp.

He angles his hips, hitting the sweet spot just inside. My toes curl, and my body lifts.

“You like that?” he grits out.

“No, I fucking hate it, clearly,” I pant.

He slams in. Tears slip from my eyes into my hair, forced out by the swirling sensations inside and across my skin. He pulls out, almost to the tip. It’s loud as he thrusts. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this wet in my entire life. Is that the weeks we spent apart? Or the things I’m discovering about myself I never dreamed I’d be into?

I was aware of things like…this. But it didn’t occur to me to try it out.

Obviously, it occurred to him.

“Maybe I should tie your legs open and eat your pussy,” he grunts, thrusting in shallow strokes.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means, maybe you should.”

He laughs, breathless. “I got you all night, sweetheart. We can do anything and everything you want.”

He pulls out, his cock dragging across my thigh, and dips his head. His tongue flicks over my nipple. Then, he bites the side hard enough to leave a little mark. I gasp again, and my hips move against the bed, humping the air. I think my pride is out the window at this point. Should I care? Maybe, because as soon as we’re not naked anymore, we’ll be back at each other’s throat. But right now, I can’t find it in me to give a fuck how pathetic I look.

I just want him.

I need the empty place he left not to hurt so badly. Even if just for the night.

Everything would be so much easier if we weren’t the way we are. If whatever led up to his point had been different. If we’d met in a bar, nothing to our names. Of course, that couldn’t have happened with the man I can’t get out of my head. He just had to be a big fucking complication from day one.

“You want to come again?” he murmurs, lifting his head from my breast.

“Please,” I beg.

“You bring your vibrator?”

My face heats, worse than it already burns. “It’s in my bag, in the inside pocket.”