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I twisted slightly to stack up some pillows behind me and, once again, my torso protested the move thanks to my recent injuries even though our doc had cleared me for regular activities, but there was no way in hell my mind was focused on anything other than my dick and getting it inside her.

When I sank back, her gaze was glued to my cock, and when she grabbed it, held it firmly in her fist and cocked her leg over me at the same time as she sank down onto it, I hissed as finally, fucking finally, I found my way back home.

Blowing out a breath as she slipped down on me, her features tightening and releasing in a way that told me she hadn’t fucked someone in a long while—a thought that pleased me even if she should never have known any other cock but mine—I waited with bated breath for her to settle on top of my lap.

Each cosseting inch of that delicious cunt surrounded me like wet silk, and the pressure of that vise-like grip was beyond paradise.

I reached out, one hand coming to her hip, the other slipping between her thighs so I could rub her clit. She moaned and I felt the slight give in her cunt as she relaxed some, and when she kind of slumped on me, I figured I’d hit the right spot because her pussy was tighter than ever, but she was a shivering mass of sexy goo on top of me.

Groaning when she bit her lip, her eyes colliding with mine in a way that made me wonder if she could see into my fucking soul, she murmured, “This dick is mine.”

My top lip quirked up in a smirk. “This cunt is mine.”

She dipped her chin. “Just so we know how this shit works.”

I narrowed my eyes on her. “The second I saw you again, it was like time had rewound itself.” I tapped her clit. “Should never have belonged to anyone else.”

That had her gulping, and I knew the words resonated with her because she grunted then rewarded me by sitting up and slowly taking me again. A shuddery breath escaped her before she moaned and started up once more. Her hips began to writhe and wriggle from side to side in looping circles like she was belly dancing, and fuck if it didn’t feel like magic.

As she moved over me like a pro, I rubbed her clit, and her mewls and moans, and the squeezing of those tiny muscles had me barely holding back from busting my nut.

I needed her to get hers first before I blew my wad, and I said that fully aware of what I was doing.

I figured she did too.

No condom.

A part of me hoped she didn’t have an IUD in, but I figured she was too smart not to have one… more’s the pity.

As I slipped my fingers through her juicy folds, I watched as she started to pant. Her cheeks flushed, color blooming over them and along her chest, and suddenly, I realized something.

She was still wearing her Kevlar vest.

The notion blew my brains out.

Unable to stop myself, I let go of her, and though she complained, I grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it open, uncaring that the buttons pinged to the ground in discontent.

When I shaped my slick fingers over the vest, I eyed it and her tits. They were firmly held in place by the sheath, but they were generous enough that the jiggle was real.

I started working on the straps, wanting to see her tits, but I barely had a minute to enjoy the view or to feel it, because when I flung the vest onto the ground, reached up and cupped the bounty of flesh before squeezing the nipples with my fingertips, she exploded around me.

And she was loud.

Beautifully, gloriously loud.

Her head tipped back as she screamed out her joy, and I was almost disappointed that I owned the whole floor because I’d have liked my neighbors to have heard that.

The sound was enough to take me to the brink.

The way her pussy did the fucking tango around my shaft?

There was no way I was going to be able to hold back.

When I came, I filled her to bursting as I grabbed her hips and ground her down onto me as I used brute strength to urge her into maintaining that pace. She clutched at me and clung, her body taking everything I had to give and more, until there was no delineating line between her and me.

We were justus.

Which made me hiss out her name before I hauled her down against me and hugged her tight to my chest.

This woman was mine.

She belonged to me.

I owned her.

But fuck if she didn’t own me too.

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