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Mila gasps and moans, rocking her hips on the tip of my eager tongue. Moving my left hand from her thigh, I open her wet folds wider and lick her clit once more, and she writhes under my touch.

Her hands clutch my hair tighter. “God, that feels so good . . .”

Circling her clit hard, it’s not long and her pussy pulses beneath my fingers and I wish every fucking light in my room was on right now so I can get a better look at this, but fuck, I only have the light of the moon and the blue dawn of the night. Her thighs clamp around my ears, rocking and grinding into my face as she falls apart at the touch of my hands and tongue.

And then she’s yanking me up by my shoulders, the condom on the mattress in her hands. “Get this on, right fucking now.”

I love a woman in control, but she’s not running this show tonight. I am.

I push her back, my hand between the valley of her breasts and rip the condom from her hand. “Nobody tells me what to do in bed,” I warn, smirking, my hand that was just buried in her pussy raising to her lips. “Taste yourself.”

I can tell she doesn’t want to, but she blinks away the thought just as quickly and lets my fingers slide between her lips, sucking on them and then biting down.

I groan, my jaw clenching, my cock so fucking hard I think I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside her now.

In a rush, I rip the condom open with my teeth and get the condom on. Kneeling on the bed, I position myself on the bed in front of her. There’s a brief moment when our eyes meet, and I leave my fingers in her mouth as I enter her.

My stare drops to between her legs when I enter her. Mostly because I don’t want her to see the look on my face, somewhere between agony and pleasure, like running into a burning building knowing you’re risking your life but loving the sudden burst of adrenaline you get. Might be a bad example but it’s how I feel the moment I’m sheathed inside of her.

My mind goes hazy, and I struggle to hold on when her legs spread apart and I press my chest into hers.

I don’t know where the control comes from, but I manage to move again, sliding smoothly inside of her. My fingers fall from her mouth to the side of her face as she pants in my ear, the scorching heat of her breath against me intensifying the sensations in my entire body, spurring me on.

Her pussy is warm and tight, and she’s so goddamn responsive to my every touch, but there’s a problem. The moment I’m inside of her, I’m ready to come. My balls tighten, my body’s shaking with need.

Twisting her head, she whispers, “Looking at your personality, I thought you’d be more aggressive.”

Did she really just fucking say that to me?

I don’t wait for her to say anymore before I’m slamming inside of her again, my unyielding thrusts never letting up as my right hand moves from her hip to her neck as I draw back. Sure, I’m essentially choking her but if she wants it rough, that’s what she’s going to get.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” I grunt in her ear, biting at the side of her neck enough that I know I left a mark.

She doesn’t answer me.

My fingers spread over her neck, the indentation of each finger pressing into her seen even in the low lighting. “Do you want it rough?” I growl. When she still doesn’t answer, I tighten my fingers enough that she yelps, or tries to but she can’t say anything with my hand against her throat like this. “Answer the question.”

My hands clench and Mila hisses in pain, but I know she fucking loves it by the look of pure pleasure on her face. I let up enough for her to answer. “Yes, that’s what Iwant.”

Hooking my left hand around her knee, I yank her leg up higher so I can go deeper, the head of my cock hitting her cervix with each thrust.

I can’t tell if she’s screaming because she likes it or if I’m hurting her. I don’t stop though. She said she wanted it rough. I’m all about giving her what she asked for.

And then the feeling returns and I have to stop, my cock hardening and I know what’s coming, or about to any second.

Damn it, no, not yet.

Shaking my head, I sigh and halt my movements for the second time.

She notices my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

Running my fingers lightly down her cheek, I kiss her once and then draw back, sighing. I have to explain, or should at least.

“Here’s the deal. It’s been a while, like three months . . .” Shit. I should have left that part out. “But Ipromiseround two will make up for it.”

She laughs. Fucking laughs. “Are you serious?”

I put my hand over her mouth, smiling and burying my head between her shoulder and neck. “Shut up,” I growl into her skin, slamming into her again. Her head hits my headboard, and she tightens her legs around me.

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