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and strode out of the bathroom. Then he tossed her on the bed.
    â€œOn your back,” he ordered her, stripping off his wet clothes. His cock sprang free, and Chelsea couldn’t take her eyes off it; she wanted to taste it, touch it. She wanted it jammed down her throat, she wanted to suck his balls into her mouth, she wanted his hand on her throat. She wanted everything he had ever done to her, all at once.
    But before she could do anything but lie back, he’d seized her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then, before she could catch her breath, he rammed inside her, lifting her hips in the air by her ankles.
    He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t considerate of her needs, her pace, her rhythm. He plunged to the hilt with a stifled roar, his teeth gritted and his face contorted with raw need, and then he pulled partway out only to plunge in again. He hooked her ankles over his shoulders and seized her ass so he could fuck her harder. She felt his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke and watched the muscles of his arms and torso rippling and straining. He filled her as completely as any toy could; she felt him grow even harder and more engorged inside her. Her juices flowed around him as she met each thrust with her own, wanting him deeper, wanting him so far inside her that it would be impossible to know where one of them stopped and the other began.
    The orgasm that had been building inside her since she was bent over the sink was now unstoppable. As the first waves began to well up inside her, she threw her head back and gave herself over to Ricardo, focusing only the pounding she was taking, on the ferocious claim he was making on her. A cry escaped her lips and Ricardo reached for her hair and yanked it triumphantly in his fist as she came, splashing her juices all over his cock, spreading herself as wide as she could to receive him, wave after wave shaking her to her core.
    Before she was finished coming he pulled out of her and used her hair to drag her body around so her head was over the edge of the bed. Her hands scrabbled frantically for her clit, slapping it, as he plunged his cock into her mouth. She took him all the way, and then she took him even further down her throat as he rammed himself home with a cry of his own. She felt the hot, salty semen flood her throat, gagging her, and still she couldn’t get enough.
    Her hand on her pussy, his cock in her mouth, his hands in her hair—she was suspended in the moment for an eternity, time stopped by the sheer force of their passion. Finally, though, his cock slid slowly from her mouth, the last of his semen dampening her lips, her chin. Her body thrummed with the aftereffects of her orgasm, every nerve ending at the height of its sensitivity. Gently, Ricardo lifted her shoulders and shifted her on the bed so she lay diagonally on the mattress. Then he lay down next to her, twining only his fingers with hers, and they lay together as their breathing slowed and their bodies cooled.
    Chelsea wished they could stay like that forever, in the delicious fugue of sensual satiety. But finally, Ricardo rolled over so he could look at her, tracing his fingertip down her cheek, across her lips, her chin.
    â€œMy love.”
    She wrapped her hand around his. He was about to leave her, as he always left her. “Please—just promise me that you will return alive.”
    Ricardo went very still. He traced a circle on her bare shoulder, his touch so light it was more of a suggestion than a caress. “I will return to you only if you truly want me, mi querida .”
    They both knew that was not the hopeful plea of a besotted man. It was as much a threat, and reminder, of the conditions of their bond.
    She was in deep with him; this might be one of the last times she would be given a chance to walk away. Already she had given up her privacy; she knew Ricardo would not let her return to her old life without providing for her