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Of being under his control.
He nips at my neck, holding my body against his as he drives into me again and again.
Fuck, he feels so good.
And the way he groans against my neck—
I do believe I deserve this.
That I have done penance.
That everything is going to be okay.
He keeps me pinned to the bed as he fucks me.
That last bit of guilt fades away. Until my body is nothing but pleasure. But the ache of desperately needing to come.
I clutch at the sheets.
I buck my hips against his.
He pins me harder.
Tightens his grip around my throat.
Almost.
He drives harder.
Deeper.
My eyelids press together. "Don't stop." It's all I can get out.
He drives into me with those same steady thrusts.
Again.
Again.
There.
The tension in my sex unfurls. I'm pulsing so hard I can feel it in my fingertips. I'm sure I'm going to push him from my body.
But he keeps that same steady thrust.
Keeps me pinned to the bed.
His lips find my neck. He groans my name against my skin as he thrusts through his orgasm.
His cock pulses as he spills inside me.
He's giving me everything he has.
I feel so full, so whole, I can't stand it.
Once he's spilled every drop, he collapses next to me.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls my body into his.
