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"Yours."

"Push," he says. "Hard as you can. Find out what you're up against."

I push up with everything I have. His hands don't give an inch, and my ribs catch so hard I gasp.

He shifts his grip higher, toward my elbows, and bears down harder. Most of the strain goes into his hands instead of my side. "Again."

I push again. This time my ribs only twinge. My arms stay pinned.

"Fight me all you want," he says. "I'm not letting go until you say Bandera or I decide we're done."

For a second I panic. Under the panic, I'm hot and slick and aching between my legs, the same way I was on that hay bale at nineteen. He's stronger than me, and he's going to decide everything that happens next. I chose that.

"Look at the ink," he says.

I look at it, and my breathing slows enough that I can feel the rest of him.

He lowers his hips onto mine. The underside of his cock presses flat against my folds, hot and hard through the thin condom, with the shaft right over my clit. His weight comes down through his hands onto my forearms and through his hips onto mine.

He bends his elbows until his chest hangs just over me, close enough that the coarse hair on his chest scrapes my nipples every time either of us breathes. He keeps most of his weight off my ribs.

"You're getting more," he says, and gives it to me. His hips settle down until his cock is mashed against my clit and my hips are flat to the bed. I try to lift them anyway. I can't lift my arms or my hips, no matter how hard I push, and all my pushing does is grind my clit against the hard length of him. A whimper comes out of me.

"Feel that?" His voice is low against my ear. "You're soaking my cock, and I'm not even in you."

He lowers his mouth toward mine and stops just short of it. I lift my head to reach him, and he draws back exactly as far as I came up.

"The first time, you wouldn't let me near your mouth," he says. "Now you can't reach mine."

I strain up again. My lips brush his and lose them.

He waits until I quit and let my head fall back on the pillow. That's when he kisses me. He takes my mouth deep and unhurried, pressing my head down into the pillow, and slides his tongue against mine until I'm moaning into him. I can't meet him or pull away. All I can do is open for him and take it.

When he lifts his head, my lips are wet and swollen, and I'm still looking at him, not at a stone floor.

He lets go of my left arm and reaches down between us. He takes his cock in his fist and drags the head of it down through my folds until it notches against my opening. His other hand stays pressing down on my right arm. "Leave that arm where it is," he says.

My left arm stays on the quilt where he put it. Nothing holds it there but his order, and still I don't move it.

He pushes into me slowly. The thick head stretches me open. I feel every ridge of him as he sinks deeper, inch by inch, until he's buried to the root and his balls press against me. He fills me so full I can't get a breath past it. His hips pin mine again. He puts his hand back on my left forearm and holds there, all the way inside me, without moving.

"Hold still," he says. "You move, I pull out."

I hold still. He's so deep I can feel his cock throb inside me, and my pussy clenches around him on its own. My hips jerk up into him.

He pulls all the way out.

The emptiness is so sudden that a raw, broken sound comes out of me, and he watches it happen. He rests the head of his cock against my opening, slick with me, and waits. When I've gone completely still, he slides back into me to the root and stops.

"Still."

I lie under him with his cock buried in me and don't move. It's the hardest thing anybody has ever asked of me in a bed. My pussy flutters around him, and I can't stop it. I keep my hips down anyway. Sweat stands on his forehead and his jaw is clenched. He doesn't move either.

"Good," he says, rough. "Your hips are mine to move tonight, not yours. You feel how deep I am?"

"Yes."

He starts to move. He draws back until only the head of him is inside me, then sinks back in, so slowly that I feel every inch dragging out of me and every inch pushing back in. The wet sound of it is loud in the quiet room.