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“You feel so good too,” I moan, then I squeeze the walls of my pussy.

That does it for him.

Like a mad man, he starts pounding into me.

I gasp.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I’ve been thinking about this since this morning.”

I laugh, or try to. He’s pounding into me so deep and hard, that it’s hard to focus on anything but that.

“So you were thinking about me naked at the morgue,” I joke.

He stops and pulls me up against his chest. His mouth explores my neck, while his hands play with my nipples.

“Thinking of how fucking sad a woman as perfect as you were dead,” he whispers into my ear, then nibbles at it causing a shiver to rush through me.

Without warning, he shoves me back down and thrusts all the way in. I let out a scream of pleasure and a bit of pain. He drives inside of me with more ferocity than before.

“Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you,” Rowan grunts.

He clasps my wrist him his hands and pins me still. “I love it,” I whine, feeling just how much I do drip down my legs. “I’m so close.”

“Not yet,” he commands, and I don’t know if I can hold it much longer.

“Baby…”

He smacks my ass hard and I gasp from the sudden shock. “I said not fucking yet, okay?”

“Okay,” I cry out, gripping the bed sheets tightly and clenching my eyes shut.

I feel wetness gush down my legs, and realize I squirted. I still have the strongest urge to come and truly feel like I’m going to explode.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he groans. “Such a good girl.”

“I need to come.”

“No.”

“Please,” I whimper.

“No.”

“Please,” I cry out, my body tense as I try to hold back the flood.

He smacks my ass so hard, my eyes pop open. “If you ask me one more time, I’ll stop and you won’t come.”

I bite my lip and nod, no longer able to talk because I need all my focus. He fucks me even harder as if I’m not already struggling.

“Now come with me,” he orders.

Immediately, I came, spasming around him while he continued to pound me through it. He groans out his release and I clench, milking him for everything he’s got.

We collapse onto the bed, both of us trying to catch our breaths. He pulls me on top of him. His hands glide along the skin of my back, over the bottom, aimless and soothing. I lay on top of him with my face pressed into his neck.

After five minutes, a thought pops into my head, and I bolt upright, then jump to my feet on the bed.

I glance at the clock.