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She felt impossibly full—stretched and owned, every nerve ending raw and singing. Tarzan buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot, ragged breaths scorching her skin as his thrusts grew shorter, harder, more desperate. "It's coming, baby... it's coming." "Give it to me," Lena moaned. A final, deep, driving plunge buried him to the hilt—and he shattered. "Ah... Lena!" The guttural shout was ripped from him as his body seized. His hips bucked in powerful, involuntary spasms, and he felt the first hot, thick surge of his release—violent jets of his seed shooting deep into her womb. He groaned loudly like a primal beast as another pulse followed, and another, each one rocking his entire body. He could feel it coating her inside, spreading and filling her. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, spent and panting, his body still trembling, still joined inside her. Lena let out a breathless, giddy laugh, her chest heaving beneath him. "Okay, wow," she wheezed, patting his slic
"Yes... I love it... I love it... feels so good," Lena gushed, her voice breathy with pleasure. He leaned down, trailing a wet path across her sternum before capturing her other nipple between his teeth. This time, he tugged—just a little—and she sobbed his name. "Tarzan... ahhh..." His hips thrust fiercely into her, a relentless rhythm that consumed them both. "Ahhh... ahhh..." Lena moaned, her fingers twisting into the sheets beneath her, her eyes rolling back as waves of sensation overtook her. A pause. He kissed her, soft and slow, letting her catch her breath. "You're driving me crazy, Lena," he groaned, lowering his head again to lavish her swollen nipple with his tongue. "Every little noise you make, every flutter of that perfect pussy around me—I fucking love it all." He propped himself up on one arm, his free hand palming her breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading while his thumb flicked across her tight nipples. His pace quickened, grew more punishing. "
Tarzan kissed her again, then positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head of him pressing against her aching heat.He didn’t thrust—not yet.He held there, teasing, letting her feel every inch of what he was about to give her.“Look at me, Lena,” he commanded softly.She did.Her eyes locked on his as he began to push inside.The first stretch of him was exquisite torture—less sharp than the last time, but no less overwhelming. He filled her slowly, inch by agonizing inch.Lena’s mouth fell open on a broken cry as he sank deeper, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around him.“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, jaw tight, veins standing out along his neck. “So perfect. So fucking perfect.”He paused when he was buried to the hilt, and Lena felt utterly, completely full. She could feel every pulse of him, every twitch, the fine tremor running through his body as he forced himself to stay still.“Tarzan,” she whimpered, nails digging into his broad shoulders. “Move. Please.
“That’s what I thought.”He smirked.Then his mouth claimed hers again, swallowing the desperate little sound that rose in her throat as his hands left her breasts and dragged slowly down her body.“Tarzan,” she breathed against his lips, the word barely more than a shudder.He pulled back just enough to look at her. His chest heaved. His eyes were nearly black with hunger.“Tell me what you want,” he growled, the low command sending a shiver straight down her spine. “Say it.”“You.” Her fingers found the waistband of his pants. “I want you. All of you. But not here—get us into the room. Somewhere I can have you properly.”Without hesitation he bent and scooped her up, one arm hooked beneath her knees, the other locked firmly around her back. Muscle corded in his arms and shoulders; his jaw tightened with the effort, but he didn’t falter.“You’re really very strong,” she murmured against his neck as she hung on tightly.The bedroom door waited at the top of the stairs. Tarzan walks u
"He's really a naughty... big boy," Lena said with a sheepish smile.Tarzan's hands slid from her waist to the curve of her ass, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh."I'm afraid," he murmured, his voice low and dark, "because right now, mine is telling me to stop talking and show you exactly what that weapon thinks about you."Lena's breath caught as he pulled her tighter against him, the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against her backside. She turned in his arms, her own snaking around his neck as she faced him. They made intense, breath-stealing eye contact."You still have a show to attend, you know," she whispered, one of her hands sliding down to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath her palm.He suddenly spanked her."Tar...zan." She gasped."I like the way you say my name," he murmured against her skin, his voice a husky rumble. "All breathless like that. Makes me want to hear it over and over again."Lena felt the vibration of his wo
"If I had to choose. I like this version of you much better. You've grown into a beautiful gorgeous woman with even a bigger heart....you went through a lot but you still strong. What a woman you are...""Stop teasing me ." "It's the truthe. You falling in love with me—genuinely is a bonus. I am glad you didn't choose me not out of fear that I might cry and whine about it like you did about seventeen years ago. You beautiful liar." "Stop..." She laughed this time. Then, unable to resist, Tarzan leaned down and captured her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Now," he murmured, a playful smile curving his mouth, "tell me one thing." "What?" "Who made my fearless woman cry before I got here?" She laughed again—brighter this time. "My dad." Tarzan froze. "...Should I be worried?" She shook her head, her smile widening. "He agreed to talk to Scar about the privacy s
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in







