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Trailing his hands down my sides, he pulled my legs further apart and slid his fingers back inside me. Then he spread me there. His commands and touch sent currents of lust and need sliding across my body.

“I think you like being told what to do. You’re dripping wet for me.” He leaned in and bit the juncture between my hip and thigh hard enough that I gasped out loud.

He licked me there, then sucked on me. My hands started drifting down again, and he sat up and grabbed my wrists.

“Do you want me to tie you up? Would that help you remember?”

My hips shifted restlessly against him, and my back arched. He leaned down and bit my nipple. Pain and pleasure zinged straight to my clit, and I moaned.

“I wonder if I could make you come just by biting on your perfect pink nipples.”

“I want you inside me,” I begged.

“Say please, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“Please put your cock inside me. Now!”

He grinned and climbed off me. Before I knew what he was doing, he pulled me up and dragged me to the back of the couch. Then he bent me over. Kicking my thighs apart, Damien stood between my legs.

He stroked my back, then pushed my head down. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Positioning his cock at my opening, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved deep inside me in one long, powerful stroke. He used his hips and braced his foot to drive up inside me, and I cried out at the rough invasion. Damien stroked my sweaty back and gave me a second to adjust, then he slammed into me again and again.

The feel of his bare cock ignited me. I wailed as he battered against me every time he shoved himself inside. Dark pleasure spread through my veins, and my orgasm quickly built.

Damien braced a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back on his cock with each hard thrust. My breath caught in my throat. I was so close. He reached around and plucked and stroked my clit, and a climax exploded through me. I threw my head back and cried out as overwhelming pleasure and pain radiated through me.

He pumped in and out as I pulsed around his cock, then he slammed into me one last time and let out a low, deep groan. After a moment, he laid across my back and finally wrapped his arm around me, hugging me tight. Then he pulled us both up straight.

Damien was still buried deep inside me, and he stood between my legs. “You’remine, Legs. Don’t run away again without talking to me first or the outcome won’t be this pleasurable.”

I turned my face and brushed my lips against his. “If you fuck your old girlfriend again, or anyone else, it’ll be more than just a volleyball.”

He grinned. “Deal. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

Kissing my temple, he slowly pulled out, sending his warm semen spilling down my legs.

“After lunch, I’ll give you something else to eat. I’m fucking addicted to watching you take me down your throat.”

We’d just had sex, and I’d orgasmed so hard my insides felt sore and bruised. But I still shivered at the thought.

Chapter 34

ThenightbeforeOlivialeft to go back to school, we sat out on my back patio huddled around my firepit, drinking wine. Ava had already gone to bed.

After two glasses, I told her about my conversation with Jaime and Tiana.

She studied me. “Have you thought about talking to an actual therapist?”

I looked down at the fire. “Yeah, but I haven’t had time.”

She snorted. “You mean you haven’tmadetime.”

“That’s probably true. I have my first appointment in two weeks.”

Olivia smiled and raised her glass. “It’s about fucking time.”

“When do you think you’ll be back?” I asked, blatantly changing the topic.

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