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Her body needy.

“Please, please fuck me.”

He either got the response he wanted, or he felt bad for teasing her like he had. She didn’t even get the chance to take another breath, or prepare for him to take her again. He simply pulled back, and flexed forward all in the same second.

A hard thrust that sent her back up to her toes, and pushed her further into the pillow. She was right—the softness of the pillow cushioned her chest enough to keep the tenderness at bay.

She didn’t even think about it at all as he pounded into her from behind. She couldn’t think about anything except for his cock driving into her over and over again, and the way he held onto her hair and throat at the same time.

His pace was brutal.

Unforgiving.

So relentless.

John didn’t slow at all when Siena’s cries became a little higher, and her breaths came out shorter. He fucked her through the second orgasm, and then kept on going until she was shouting her way through a third.

Nobody owned her like he did.

Nobody loved her like he did.

Nobody could ever possibly be him to her.

“One more,” she heard him say, his words mumbled into her hair. “Give me one more, babe.”

“I can’t—I can’t.”

She didn’t think she could come again.

John had a different opinion. “You sure fucking can.”

It took longer for the fourth orgasm to come. It took her fingers toying between her thighs, while he fucked her hard enough to make her bones ache in the best way. It took two of his fingers stuffed into her ass while he yanked her hair back, and whispered the dirtiest things in her ear.

God.

She loved all of it.

She didn’t hurt a bit.

She really was just fine.

“Fuck, yeah.”

She heard John’s grunt through her mindless, pleased haze a second before his warm cum painted her back. His hand pressed hard against her shoulders, and she could feel the tremor working its way through his body just from the pressure alone as he tried to keep himself upright.

Siena laughed.

John chuckled, too.

“I still said what I said,” she said, tasting sex and love on her tongue. “And I meant it—I am fine, John.”

“Don’t push me, Siena.”

“Who else will?”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Two months later …