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“Oh no,” I said, grasping her arm and pulling it up. “You let that pretty needy kitty burn for me. It’s mine to pleasure, when I want to pleasure it.”

She whined, her hand curling against my belly where I held it. Her other one started to let go of my thigh.

“Don’t you dare,” I said, thrusting between her lips. “Don’t make me tie these behind you.”

She moaned, deep and long, and I knew she’s like that. I pulled free of her lips and dragged her to her feet.

“Turn around,” I commanded. I grabbed one of the hotel robes we’d abandoned last night and yanked free the belt. In short order, I had it bound around her wrists. I turned her back. “Now, finish.”

Reba dropped to her knees and opened her mouth, trying to take my length. Grasping in it one hand, and cupping her head with the other, I guided it back. She immediately started bobbing again and lost myself in it, going as deep as she’d let me until I was on the edge of coming. I didn’t want to come down her throat though.

Yanking free, I pulled her to her feet then bent her over the edge of the bed, holding her ass high for me. Unerringly, I found her sopping opening and thrust inside.

“Oh God!” Reba screamed. I fucked her with deep, forceful thrusts, while she chanted that and swore my name, until her cries were hoarse. She shook beneath me, her climax raking over her and squeezing rhythmically around me. One release bled into another and I didn’t stop, never ceasing to give my woman what she wanted, what we both craved.

She was mine. My love, my fuck-toy, my deliverance and comfort.

When I finally came, it drained me to my toes, releasing over and over and filling her womb with my spend, marking her again as mine. She was mine, and I’d never ever let her go.

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