He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. Then I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, slowly pushing inside. The stretch was exquisite, my body still sensitive from the night before."God, you feel incredible," he groaned as he seated himself fully, his hips flush against my ass. "So tight. So perfect."He started to move, slow, deep strokes that had me gasping into the pillow. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he built a rhythm, each thrust precise and controlled.Too controlled. I didn’t want him controlled."Harder," I begged, pushing back against him. "Please, Blake."His hips stuttered for a moment. Then his grip on my hips tightened."You want it harder?" His voice was dangerous, a razor's edge of restraint. "You sure about that, Cassie?"The name was a reminder of who he thought I was. But I was too far gone to care. "Yes," I gasped. "I want to feel you all day long. I want to remember this every time I sit down.”Something snapped in h
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