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He grasps my hips and hoists me up.

I wrap my legs around him automatically.

And then he slams into me, driving right to the hilt in one rough move.

It has me choking. I’d forgotten how much he is to take.

He grins slyly, letting me know he’s well aware. He’s challenging me.

He should know better than to throw the gauntlet down at my feet.

Digging my fingernails into his shoulders, hard enough to make him hiss, I use him as leverage to rise up, pulling almost all the way off his dick.

Then, I slam back down hard.

“Fuck!” he roars, his eyes rolling back in his head.

I do it a couple more times, driving him to distraction.

“Goddamn it,” he grinds out, digging his fingers into my hips, then ripping me off the wall.

He spins us around and drops me on the couch. He spreads my legs and pushes them back, holding my ankles over my shoulders as he takes back control and slams back into me.

“Yes!” I scream out, throwing my arms above my head and stabbing my nails into the arm of the couch. I buck my hips frantically trying to meet his thrusts, but they quickly grow too wild.

He starts strumming my clit with his thumb. Sparks of pleasure have me squirming with the need to move, but Cal retains his hold on my ankles, my body basically folded in half, vulnerable and spread open wide to him as he tortures my clit with light, sensual strokes, while fucking me like an animal.

The contradictory sensations have me beside myself. Pleasure builds to a crescendo. I’m panting, clawing at the couch, my body completely out of my own control.

Through the haze of ecstasy taking me over, I catch sight of Cal smirking at me with an arrogant sense of victory.

He knows.

He knows he has me.

He has absolute control over my mind and body alike.

“Come,” he commands.

He rolls my clit between his fingers, exerting pressure that straddles the pain-pleasure line.

Once.

Twice.

I explode, my orgasm tearing through me with a violent fervor.

As my body bucks and writhes like crazy, I’m aware of myself screaming at the top of my lungs and Cal cursing as I clamp down around his thick cock, milking his release from him.

“Jesus,” he chokes out, slapping his hand down on the couch to steady himself as he struggles to come down from it.

He pulls out a moment later and grins at me sprawled out in my afterglow, gazing up at him.

“Amazing,” I breathe. “Just like the old days.”

He grins. “Fuck, yeah.”

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