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I might have a shot at a relationship with my sister.

Might be married for love, and not because I needed a queen on my side of the board.

Might still have the medical career my mother wanted for me, without ever feeling like I needed to give it up to make up for all the lives I’ve ended.

Minutes later, the library door creaks open, Elena slipping inside. She shuts us in together, tiptoeing over to stand directly in front of me.

“Are you okay? You seemed... tense, outside.” She glances at the spine of my book, cringing. “Uh-oh, Dorian Gray? I know you have some mileage on you, but honestly, thirty-two is young nowadays. The oldest man in the world is one hundred and fifteen, you know? You still have time.”

Shutting the book with a snap, I toss it onto the end table and lash out with one hand, grabbing her wrist and pulling her down into the chair with me. She squeals, adjusting so she’s straddling me on her knees, pussy sitting pretty on top of my dick.

It hardens beneath her immediately, ready for its next fill.

“Is the oldest man in the world really that old?” I ask, skimming my nose along her jawline.

Shivering, she shrugs, slipping her arms around my neck and grinding down on me. “I have no clue, but it distracted you from your funk, right?”

Pulling back just enough to stare deep into her eyes, I exhale, shaking my head slightly. “You distracted me. You seem to have a natural talent for that.”

“Oh.” Grinning, Elena leans in, running the tip of her tongue over the shell of my ear, then nipping at the lobe. “Well, let me make it up to you.”

Her hand retreats from my neck, sliding down my chest, before diving into the waistband of my pants; she crooks her elbow, wrapping her fingers as tight around my growing erection as she can, smoothing the pad of her thumb over the glossy tip.

Leaning my head back, I let out a long breath, my stress morphing into impending release as blood rushes south.

“Someone’s ready for me,” she whispers, stroking my heated flesh. Reaching down, she pops open the fly, scrambling to pull me out, and lifts herself up.

“Always,” I grit, pushing her dress to the tops of her thighs, fisting the material so it stays in place. I let out a throaty growl when her pussy bares itself to me, glistening like a dew-soaked rose petal. “Jesus, little one. Do you ever wear panties?”

She grins, taking me in hand and lining us up. “Nope, and now I definitely never will.”

Sinking slowly, she takes me inch by inch, until her ass rests on the tops of my thighs. Gasping sharply as I bottom out, she swallows, her hand flying up to tangle in my hair.

Rotating her hips, she glides up and down cautiously, like she isn’t quite sure what to do, and it hits me in the gut again that she’s completely inexperienced, giving me a whole other set of issues to worry about.

But it’s so hard to care when she feels like heaven on fucking earth. Like a goddess coming down just to save my wretched soul from damnation.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, a faint blush creeping over her pretty cheeks.

“Christ, what are you apologizing for?” I can barely edge the words out, her pussy gripping me so tight I see stars. My hands clamp down on her hips, hopping on for the ride.

“I’m... this is all new to me, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You can’t,” I say, biting my lip as she starts to slam down harder, apparently finding that spot that makes her body sing. “Keep that up, and I’m going to blow in you before I’m ready.”

“Oh, shit,” she mewls, arching her back, her inner walls fluttering. “You say that... like it’s supposed to be a bad thing, but it sounds... really good to me.”

“My slutty little wife likes making me lose control, hm?”

Nodding, her hand finds one of mine, bringing it up and locking it around the column of her throat, the counterclockwise swirl of her hips drawing electricity to my balls. They seize up, my orgasm barreling through me, and I squeeze her neck at the same time her pussy spasms, unable to stave off any longer.

Splotches of white flash across my vision as I release as deep inside her as I can get, the pulse of her pussy sucking me dry. She drops her head to my neck, sinking her teeth into the skin on a groan, biting down until she breaks through the barrier.

Lapping her tongue along my neck, she pulls back, sealing her lips to mine in a kiss that brings me to the brink of salvation, before stealing it away. I taste copper on the back of her teeth and almost come again, without any extra stimulation.

Later, when she falls limp against me, cradling her head on my chest while she waits for the feeling to return to her legs, I feel that familiar sense of foreboding from before, although now it has an entirely new target.

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