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I reached down and touched my clit first. A bolt of need rocked through me from my fingertips, cool to the touch as I slid them inside myself.

My pussy was weeping for him.

Begging. Begging for his cock.

“I’m so wet,” I gasped.

“Good.” He moved closer, planting a hand next to my head.

We both watched as he lowered the head of his cock to my entrance. He was slow, gentle. I moaned as Salt pushed his cock inside of me, taking his sweet time as he gave me the first couple of inches. My pussy stretched around him, a sharp breath trapped in my throat.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re squeezing me.”

“Sorry,” I gasped.

“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize.”

All I could do was nod as I adjusted to the size of him. I clenched around his cock, my pussy reshaping for him. I whimpered and bucked my hips, taking more of him.

“Patience,” he demanded.

It was hard to be patient, though. It’d been so long since I’d been with someone, and now that he was inside me, all I wanted was more. I wanted the rest of his cock slamming into me relentlessly while I screamed his name until my voice was hoarse.

“Please,” I moaned. “Please. I want you to use me. I can take you.”

Salt leaned down, his lips brushing mine. I arched against him right as he drove the last few inches in, taking me completely. He swallowed my gasp, our kiss all consuming.

I clenched around him, moaning as he dragged back and thrusted again.

“This poor pussy has been neglected,” he growled against my lips.

“It has,” I cried. “It has. It’s needed you.”

“I know.” He thrusted harder, slowly building up the rhythm, giving me time to adjust to him.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck. It feels so good.”

He kissed me again, biting my bottom lip hard. The pain shot through me, coupled with the pleasure of him pumping in and out, his cock filling me with each stroke.

“You feel so good.”

I kissed down his jaw, lost in the feel of him. I sucked the side of his neck, biting hard enough that he groaned and drew back, eyes blazing.

“You bit me.” He sounded surprised.

It felt like I’d made a mistake in doing so for a moment, but then he started to fuck me harder. All worries disappeared, everything melting away.

I had no thoughts in my head as he fucked me with the same passion as when he played guitar, his body creating a melodic slapping rhythm with mine. I chanted his name over and over, my arms wound around his neck, pleasure bombarding my system in wave after wave.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Please. Use me however you need to.”

Salt groaned. “Fuck, Pepper.”

Something snapped inside him. His control, his restraint. Every touch and movement turned harsher. My screams echoed through the bedroom as he fucked me without mercy, pinning me down into the blankets. His hand closed around my throat, my arms falling back above my head as he held me in place, his brows pulling together as he stared down at me.

In that moment, he was my savior. He was my god. A sense of subservient reverence washed over me as his fingers squeezed the sides of my neck, my breath lost as his cock speared me.

I’d give him anything. Anything he wanted. Any part of me.

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