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My eyes follow Eli’s hands as he lifts his pants, unties his tie, and slides it through his fingers. “Is this what you want?”

The temperature in the dressing room rises with the burning desire for Eli to fuck me.

“Yes.”

He places the thinnest part of the tie’s fabric between my lips and wraps it around my head, tying it into a knot at the back of my head. It’s just tight enough to gag me but not tight enough that I can’t easily remove it.

“Too tight?”

“Nuh-uh,” I mumble around the silky material.

He kisses my shoulders, reaches behind me, and grips the tab between my shoulder blades with his fingers then slides it down. My leotard falls open. He pushes the stretchy material down my body, taking my thick nude leggings with it, then lifts me up and sits my naked ass on the vanity, my back pressed against the cool glass mirrors.

Eli pulls my purple boots off and tugs my costume off next, leaving me in nothing but his tie as I sit before him, legs wide open. Grabbing the vanity chair, he slides it between my legs and takes a seat, bringing his face almost level with my dripping pussy.

“So fucking pretty.” He scoots himself and the chair forward before placing my feet on his shoulders. “Let’s see how fast I can make you come tonight.” Eli covers my pussy with his mouth and moans.

The vibrations rush through me, making me shiver and my pussy pulse in his mouth. The adrenaline from the night, and my constant need for Eli, has me coasting to an orgasm faster than a speeding bullet.

My man is the master of oral, and I’m convinced his tongue is magical. He swirls it around my clit, flicking it hard and fast. The sensitive nerves pulse, and my muscles contract as the tension between my legs grows tight. When Eli slides two fingers into me and curls them forward, I come undone.

Before I finish coming down from my orgasm, Eli is between my legs, pushing his broad head through my slit to gather my arousal along his cock before filling me up. He groans low in his chest, and my pussy gushes. I love the noises he makes when he’s inside me.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so tight I can still feel your pussy quivering around my cock.” He grabs onto the fleshy part of my hips.

My spit soaks the tie in my mouth like my pussy soaks his cock. I want to beg Eli to fuck me harder but can’t, so I hum, lifting my hips higher and faster, encouraging him to do just that.

Eli has the instruction manual to my body, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it. His hips thrust at a grueling pace as he grinds his pelvis into my needy clit. My orgasm builds again as my head smacks against the mirrors, making it all hurt so good.

He looks down. “This pussy was made for me. Watch as I pound into your tight little cunt.”

I moan and stare at our connection, watching his thick cock spread me open and fill me up as my arousal drips down my ass.

“Do you like watching your pussy swallow my cock, princess?”

Nodding, I clench my muscles around him for emphasis.

“I fucking love it when you choke my dick with your cunt. Put those fingers on your clit and make yourself come.”

I do as he asks, circling the hard bundle of nerves. My breath catches as his gaze finds mine. The heat in his eyes sets me off and I come like a shot. I fly over the edge as Eli claims my body and my heart every time.

His thrusts become erratic as he chases his own orgasm. Burying his face in my neck, Eli comes with a low feral growl. “Fuck.” His hot breath fans across my skin, making me shiver. Leaning back, he tugs the tie down my chin and claims my mouth in a passionate kiss that is love personified. “I love you, Callie,” he murmurs between kisses.

“I love you more, Eli.”

“Not possible, baby. You might have loved me first, but I will always love you more,” he says, bringing tears to my eyes.

“Okay,” I agree. It would be useless to fight him, so I don’t.

Besides, I’ll always win.

forty-five

Eli

Iknowwhatshe’sthinking: she’ll always win this fight. And she’s probably right. I’d be a stupid man to argue with the woman I love.

She was without a doubt made for me, and it doesn’t matter who loves whom more. We have each other. But it doesn’t mean I won’t show her how much I love her every day.