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I reached back, then unzipped my dress, letting it fall in a puddle around my feet. Unable to wear a bra, and after Ross ripping my panties off in the car, I was standing before him, ready and completely naked. I could feel goosebumps erupting all over my body, but I wasn’t cold.
I was hot.
“Get on the bed,” Ross instructed, and I did what he commanded as he walked over to the nightstand that held all my fantasies. We had stocked that drawer together, adding to it the more comfortable I had become.
I pulled the covers back, then climbed into his bed. The sheets felt just like I remembered, and the bed was just as comfortable as it had always been. Ross’ wealth was apparent in the way his bedroom was decorated. No cheap bedding here.
Still fully clothed, Ross straddle me over the sheet that covered my body. “You know what to do,” he said, and I did.
Not uttering word, I raised my hands up over my head, and gave complete control over to Ross. When the metal of the handcuffs touched my skin, desire had my entire body trembling. The sound of him locking me to his bed was the hottest sound in the world, next to hearing Ross grunting out filthy things in my ears. The second that my other wrist was secured in the second pair of handcuffs, Ross climbed back off my body, then started unbuttoning his dress shirt.
“After I cum inside you again, we’re going to shower,” he said, my eyes glued to his hands working his shirt. “There’s no way I’m not eating your pussy tonight.”
I moaned. “Ross…”
“We have a lot of time to make up for, and I’m not leaving anything out tonight,” he continued.
I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t. I wanted everything that I knew Ross could deliver. I knew what he was capable of with his face between my thighs, and I missed it. More than missing it, I craved it, though.
I craved him.
Completely naked, Ross climbed up back on the bed, his hard cock bobbing in front of my face. “I’m going to leave your legs free, baby,” he said. “I’m looking forward to the fight.” I let out a lusty moan, eager for the same thing. “But, first, I’m going to choke you with my cock. I’m going to fuck that smartass mouth of yours until you come to heel. Until you realize there’s no point in arguing about this anymore. About us.”
Before I could say anything, Ross’ hands were in my hair, and he was sliding his dick in my opened mouth. Ross was thick and long, and I was never going to be able to take him all, no matter how long we did this or how hard I tried. Still, I loved the challenge of trying. I loved how he got off on the gagging noises and wetness of my efforts.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Ross moaned. “I love the way you suck my cock.”
I wasn’t sucking his cock, though. Ross was fucking my mouth. Sucking his cock would suggest that I was in control, and I wasn’t.
Just when I didn’t think my jaw could take anymore, Ross pulled out of my mouth, tapping my lips with the head of his wet cock, and that’s when I noticed them.
“Are…are those tattoos?” Ross hadn’t had any tattoos those weeks we’d been together, so they kind of surprised me.
“Baby, the last thing I care about are my tattoos,” he growled darkly, and I quickly forgot about them as he reached for my right breast. Pinching the nipple, he said. “I don’t care about anything but you.”
Ross covered my body with his, and the weight of his masculinity was a heady feeling. It felt so goddamn good. Good enough to turn me into a puddle of hormones. There was no other feeling in the world as that of a man covering your body with his.
I spread my legs, the shameless invitation obvious. With our earlier releases still a mess between my legs, Ross needed no extra help getting inside me. In one fluid thrust, Ross was lodged deep inside me, no more inches to give.
“Oh, God…” I mewled.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promised right before he pulled back, then pushed back in. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this tight cunt of yours.”
The words came out before I could stop them. “I’ve missed you deep inside of me, too.”
Something close to a growled erupted from his throat, and his thrusts quickened into relentless drives into my body. You could hear how wet I was, but I was past feeling embarrassed. I was back in Ross’ bed after what he’d done to me, so what more was there to be embarrassed about?
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted above me. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“Please, Ross…” I begged. “Oh, God…please, don’t stop…”
“I’m not stopping until you can’t take anymore,” he vowed. “I’m not stopping until you pass out from all the pleasure.”
“Yes,” I panted like a slut. “Oh, God…yes…”
After that, nothing else matter. Ross slammed into me repeatedly with no give. He was out to prove something, and with every moan and plea, he was accomplishing that. He was doing what all jackasses did. He was making me forget the heartache of the past couple of months with every stab into my body. He was making me forget what an asshole he’d been.
Soon, my body was giving over, and I was calling out the only name that I wanted to for the rest of my life. As pathetic as that sounded, I was all in. I was all in the second that I had agreed to the date.
