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Every breathless whisper, every moan she issued echoed in my ears.

“Fuck me. Don’t stop. Just don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it,” I gritted out. But when I pulled out completely, even taking a step away, her cry and forlorn look made me grin. “You need to trust me.” I spun her around before she could object, bending and lifting one leg so her knee was parallel to her breast.

“Oh, my God. You’re so bad.” Now she clawed at the wall, gasping for air. I was more crazed when I plunged my cock back into her wetness.

Her pussy muscles clamped and released, jerking my dick in even deeper. I pounded into her as if there was no tomorrow and this would be our last time together. “So wet. So fucking hot.”

“Uh-huh. This is… incredible.” She was so breathless, her words barely audible. She’d already thrown her arms over her head, acting as if she needed to hold on. Maybe she just didn’t get it, but I would never allow her to fall.

Not during sex. Not during life.

“Yes, it is.” I growled into her ear and bit down on her neck.

She laughed and undulated, bucking hard against every savage thrust.

But I wasn’t done yet. I wanted more. Goddamn, I was an insatiable man.

I toyed with her bottom, running my fingers down the crack of her ass before pushing my thumb inside. Her muscles tensed as I did, but within seconds of me pumping gently, she took a deep breath, completely relaxing.

“Every inch of you belongs to me.”

“You just think so,” she mused.

“Oh, I know so.” I pressed the tip of my wet cock against her dark hole. As with before, it was so damn tough not to drive the entire length inside. A grin popped onto my face as I pushed in by a couple of inches.

The tightness and blazing heat could easily make me come far too quickly. I took a deep breath, doing what I could to calm the raging beast while driving in another inch. Then another.

She was the one who drove her ass back, forcing the rest inside. I held my cock inside, marveling at how her muscles reacted.

When I rolled my hand around her thigh, she gasped and threw her head over her shoulder. I swirled my fingertip around her clit while I pumped deep inside her ass.

Every breath she took added gasoline to the flames. I could no longer see clearly, my vision was so cloudy. I continued pinching and teasing her clit, enjoying her moans as she drove back against me.

“Fuck. You’re going to make me come.”

“Then come for me, baby. I want you to come.” I thrust harder, my nostrils filled with her beautiful scent. When I sensed she was ready to come, I pumped even faster, filling her asshole with my cock. It throbbed and I was certain it was swelling even more.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Oh, my fucking God.” Her exclamation was loud, sharp, and spectacular.

And within seconds, I could hold back no longer. I wanted her dripping with my cum. Later I’d paint every inch of her skin. But only after I gave her a tongue bath.

I threw back my head, allowing the electric sensations to flow.

As I filled her with my seed, a strange thought occurred.

Jeffers Sanchez was struggling to continue existing, but Alejandro Banderas was stronger.

Much stronger.

And he never intended on vanishing.

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I remained impressed with how my wife had handled her discovery. After the initial anger, followed by craving to tame her, I now felt amused. Enough so, I was smiling. She certainly had a way about her that was unexpected. Did I believe she would have pulled the trigger? Honestly? I wasn’t sure. The not knowing was a constant reminder I had to keep my guard up.

Even with her that was becoming more and more difficult to do.

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