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For the first time since I’d left Michigan, I came alive again, and it was intensely pleasurable.

Every cell in my body rose up and reminded me of how much I needed Brock.

How much I craved his touch and the connection of being close to him like this.

I whimpered as he stroked along my slit.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said in a sexy baritone next to my ear. “This pretty little pussy is mine, Jenna. Say it.”

“Yours. Fuck me already,” I panted impatiently.

The last thing I needed was foreplay right now.

I needed him to just take me.

“Please,” I whined when he stroked over my clit.

I was going to spontaneously combust if he didn’t fuck me hard and unhinged.

We both needed that carnal satisfaction after being apart for weeks.

My back hit the wall with a force that almost took the air from my lungs, but I wasn’t complaining.

I tightened my arms around his neck and squeezed him between my thighs as he lifted me.

“Yes!” I cried out as he buried his cock so deep inside me that it took my breath away.

“You’re so hot and tight, Jenna,” he growled as he pulled out and rammed back into me with a ferocity I’d never felt from him before.

We’d always been combustible together, but Brock was primal at the moment, and I relished every hard thrust.

“You’re mine, Jenna!” he ground out as he pounded into me, claiming me over and over again.

The pleasure was so intense that I raked my short nails down his back as I panted for air, my body about to come apart from the hard grinding he was doing with every volatile plunge of his rock-hard cock.

It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

Brock was everything and more, and the sexiest man on the planet when he was fucking me like he never wanted to stop.

“Oh, God, Brock!” I screamed as my climax started to roll over me with a force that made my racing heart stutter.

“That’s it, baby,” he said huskily. “Come all over my cock.”

My core spasmed around him, milking him to his own orgasm with a loud groan of satisfaction.

My body was literally shaking by the time my orgasm was over.

Those moments had been so damn intense that I wasn’t sure I could walk.

It turns out, it didn’t matter.

Brock cradled my body, found the sofa, and flopped down with me on top of him.

“Nothing like a really short fuck,” he said unhappily. “I’ll make up for it later.”

I giggled as I caught my breath.