Then something broke in him. The hesitant preacher vanished. The dominant, powerful man I’d watched take my mother took over. He grabbed my hips with bruising force and began to fuck me. Hard. It was nothing like Caleb’s skilled, cautious lovemaking. This was raw, primal, almost like he was angry. Each pounding drive pushed me up the table. The wood scraped against my stomach. He wasn’t trying to please me; he was claiming me, punishing me, and losing himself in the sin.And God help me, I loved it. The mere force of it, the taboo, the danger, the size of him filling me so completely—it ignited a fire in me I didn’t know existed. I met his thrusts, pushing back, encouraging him with filthy whispers.“That’s it… fuck me… just like you fuck her…”He grunted, his pace becoming brutal. One hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. The other hand groped under my sweater, finding my breast, squeezing it roughly. The mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.
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