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“Let me,” I say when he moves to put a condom on. I take the gold foil packet from him and remove the condom before slowly rolling it over his tip and down his shaft. Kyle lets out a low, sexy ass groan as I lightly squeeze him and then letting go.

As soon as I do, he takes my wrists in his hands and places them above my head.

“This is what a ceasefire looks like,” he says, sounding as cocky and in control as ever. Meanwhile, I’m about to lose my mind.

“What is that supposed to—” The rest of the question comes out on a moan as he slides all the way inside of me. “Shit,” I hiss. Every inch of my body feels stuffed.

I wrap my legs around Kyle’s back to give myself more room. He takes that as a sign to take control … not that he hadn’t already.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted to be back inside of you?”

He punctuates his question with another plunge of his hips. He doesn’t give me time to answer before he dips his head, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. He lightly bites my nipple. The sensation rockets through my body. I arch my back into him, wanting more but unable to ask for it because my mouth is parted on a silent scream.

Kyle shows my pussy absolutely no mercy as he pounds into me.

“Kyle!” I scream out his name because it’s the only thing I can think of to yell.

“My name sounds so good coming out of your mouth like that,” he says before giving me another long stroke. “Say it again,” he orders.

I do. Again and again. I tighten my hands into fists and try to break free of the hold he has on my wrists. I want to touch him, to pull him closer, but his grip doesn’t allow for it. When I go to demand that he let my wrists go, he surprises me by pulling all the way out.

“What—” I only get out part of the question before I find myself on all fours.

“Arch your back for me, baby,” he commands low in my ear. At the same time, his large hand presses against the small of my back, arching it for him.

“Fuuuck,” I hiss when he slides into me from behind.

He takes me by the hips and begins pounding again. From this angle, he’s able to get much deeper. I can feel him in my damn stomach. And again, he’s relentless in his quest. The entire bed shakes like crazy. I tighten my hold on the bedsheets and hold on for dear life.

“Whose pussy is this?” he demands to know.

“Oh!” I yelp when he smacks my ass.

“I can’t fucking hear you, Riley. Who does this pussy belong to?”

How is he even able to form coherent sentences right now?

“Y-Yours,” I manage to get out. “It’s yours, Kyle.” I don’t even know what the hell I’m saying at the moment. Whatever I said, it must be the right thing because my husband rewards me by rubbing small circles into my clit.

“I’m going to come,” I pant.

“That’s the point.” He has the nerve to chuckle in my ear.

Why does he sound like he’s in complete control, while I’m losing my shit?I can only ponder that question for a few beats before the orgasm rockets through me.

“That’s it. Come all over my cock,” he encourages.

That makes me come even harder. I’m a sucker for dirty talk. How he knows that is beyond me.

“Look at how your pussy grips me.” His voice is tight, as if he’s barely hanging on. When the hold of his hand tightens on my waist, I know he’s about to come as well.

Another few rounds of pounding his cock deep inside of me and his entire body tightens behind me. His grip is so tight on my hips that I’m pretty sure I’ll have bruising in the morning.

Yet, I don’t care.

It shouldn’t feel this good to feel him come inside of me, but it does. I want to feel it again and again.

“Maybe this ceasefire was a good idea,” I murmur once I catch my breath.

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