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“Yes!” she screamed, her nails scraping down the window as I felt her orgasm build, hot and unstoppable. “Fuck me harder!”

I obliged, my pace becoming more savage, my cock hitting her cervix with every plunge. Neha’s knees buckled, but I held her up, fucking her like a wild animal, my balls slapping against her ass.

She came with a scream, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice, milking me for everything I had.

With a grunt, I pulled out at the last second, flipping her around and dropping to my knees. My mouth found her pussy, lapping up her juices as she writhed above me, still trembling from her orgasm.

“Come on my mouth,” I ordered.

“I can’t, Ansel,” she sobbed.

“Yes, you can, baby. Come for me,” I cajoled licking sucking bringing her to peak again. Her thighs clamping around my head as she came, her screams echoing off the walls.

But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I stood up, my cock still rock hard, and dragged her to the couch. “On your knees,” I growled, and she obeyed without hesitation, presenting her ass to me like a fucking offering. I shoved inside her from behind, my hands on her hips as I fucked her hard.

We rolled when she pushed against me, wanting to ride me and fell on the carpeted floor. She rose over me, cupping her breasts, looking like an Indian goddess, with her dark tipped nipples and golden-brown skin.

When I finally released inside the condom, I was shaking and so was she. “Wow, that was…wow.” She lay exhausted atop me on the floor by the couch.

“I wanted to do this in bed.”

“I think I like this better?”

I stroked her back. “You do?”

“It means you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”

“As I remember”—I struggled to keep my happiness tamped down because I wanted to jump up and down like a lunatic—“you were the one who tore my shirt off me. You need to be a good wife and sew the buttons back.”

She stiffened, I knew, at thewiferemark.

“Come on, baby, you know that’s where we’re headed,” I murmured.

She kissed my chest. “But not right now.”

“No, not right now.”But maybe in about six monthsor so.

I didn’t say that to her. I was going to just let this play out because I had faith in us.

“I love you, Ansel.”

“I know, baby. I love you, too.”

I couldn’t believe my luck! This gorgeous woman loved me. I wanted to get down on my knees and thank the universe for giving her to me.

She raised her head and looked at me. “You wanna fuck again?”

I chuckled. “Let’s do it in my bed this time.”

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CHOOSING US

ANSEL

Iused to think success meant climbing higher, pushing harder, winning at all costs—that if I just reached the next milestone, the next title, the next bonus, the next deal, then I’d finally feel…what? Fulfilled? Satisfied? Like it had all been worth it?

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