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back, then watched as he sank every hard, hot
length of his cock deep inside the slick portal awaiting him there.
    “Brock,” she cried
out, as helpless as always to still her own vocal enjoyment of the act.
    “That hot little
mouth is like an aphrodisiac,” he growled as his head lowered, his tongue
licking at the hard point of one nipple. “I can’t fuck you enough, Sarah. I can’t
get enough of the pleasure, baby. I can’t come hard enough to ever sate the
need I have for you.”
    She almost
climaxed at the power of emotion echoing in his voice. He always hungered for
her. She knew that. Reveled in it. Loved it. Her cunt tightened convulsively
around the thrusting shaft, her clitoris throbbing with each stroke of his
pelvis against it. He was destroying her. Stroke by stroke, by each whispered
entreaty, each earthy vow.
    “Harder,” she
cried out at the carefully paced strokes. She needed him now. Needed him to
take her hard and fast before she poured out every secret he demanded that lay
in her soul. “Please, Brock. Fuck me harder. Now.”
    He chuckled
against the curve of her breast. “You know better than that, baby.”
    She groaned. “Please,
Brock. Please.”
    “Give me what I
want, Sarah.” He burrowed deep and hard, parting the muscles of her vagina with
a shatteringly slow thrust, stroking each nerve, each tissue, with destructive
pleasure. “Come on, baby. I promise I won’t tattle.”
    She knew better.
Knew if she dared voice the need he would never be able to keep it to himself.
    “Now, Sarah.” He
stroked inside her harder, deeper. Then pulled back with such exquisite
hesitation her back bowed as she fought to end the sensual torture.
    “No. Please,
Brock, please take me harder.” She shook her head, tightening on him, her flesh
spasming with the need for release. Hot, liquid desire spilled through her
vagina, gushing around the pulsing shaft as she begged for more.
    “Anything you
want, baby,” he crooned an instant before he slammed inside her, hard and fast.
“Tell me, Sarah.”
    She could hear his
control weakening. His cock pulsed, throbbed inside her.
    “Oh God, Brock.
You’re so thick. So hard.” She shook her head, so immersed in the pleasure, the
need to climax, that she was reaching her own breaking point.
    “Sarah,” he
groaned, fighting for his own control. God help her if he ever found out how
weak he made her. How much she wanted to give him what he asked for.
    “Tell me.” He
retreated until only the head of his cock remained inside her. “God, Sarah, don’t
you know I’d give you the universe itself if I could? Just tell me what you
want.”
    Desperation and
pain filled his voice. Sarah’s eyes opened, and she stared into the dark depths
of her husband’s tortured gaze.
    “I love you,
Sarah. More than my own life.” His hands clenched on her hips. Sweat glistened
on his face as his expression drew into lines of painful need. “Please, baby.
Please don’t hurt anymore.”
    And he knew. Tears
filled her eyes. It wasn’t just a game. He knew how desperately she needed, he
just didn’t know what she needed, and she could see the pain that caused. A
pain she wanted to ease, yet she knew that the revelation in words could cause
more harm than good.
    Her fingers lifted
to his cheek, trembling as tears spilled down her own cheeks. She loved him.
She needed him. But she needed him whole.
    “My heart,” she
sobbed, unwilling to hold it back any longer. Her hand fell to his chest,
flattened over his heart. “Mine, Brock. My soul and my life. That’s all I want.
All of you.” It was as much as she could give. But was it enough?
    Brock stilled. His
eyes widened. She felt his hands tighten with bruising strength on her hips as
something glittered in his eyes.
    “Always yours,” he
whispered. A second later he was plunging so hard and deep inside her, so fast
and desperate, she felt her soul soaring from her body as she erupted around him
a second before his