I groaned. Yeah, her ass would make me feel better. Tight and snug around me, squeezing me, pulling out every last drop I had to give.

It only took three steps to be on her. I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her back, hard. My mouth latched onto her neck, my teeth nipping at the skin beneath.

“You will do as I say, and you will fucking enjoy it.” Power poured through me as the beast took control, ready to take her, fucking pound her.

She moaned and pushed her ass back against my cock. “What do you want me to do?”

I pushed on her back with my hand and she leaned forward, resting against the arm of the couch. My fingers grabbed onto her hair and pulled. My sexy girl moaned. I fucking loved that I could let go, and she enjoyed it as much as I did.

“I want you to be my dirty little slut. I’m going to fuck you hard.” My free hand ran along her hip and over the curve of her ass. “I’m going to squeeze into this tight ass, and you’re going to milk all the come from my balls.”

I pushed the lacy material aside, and slipped a finger into her already wet pussy. When I moved to press against the tight opening I was about to bust into, there was something blocking me. I leaned back and looked down.

“Fuck!” I got even harder at the image of the sparkling purple jewel on the end of the stainless steel butt plug I’d gotten her, sitting where her fuck-tight hole was. “Already worked yourself open a bit, I see.”

I’d bought it to go with the set she was wearing, and I’d eagerly waited to see it peeking at me from between her cheeks. Her timing couldn’t be more perfect.

It took every bit of restraint to not just pull it out and push my dick right in without prepping her more, but I wasn’t that kind of an asshole. Just the garden variety with a hard dick and a craving for an insanely tight ass.

Fuck, I needed some lube, because I wasn’t going to get her as far as she needed. I pulled on the end, shuddering as I watched her stretch around the widest part. When the tip was on the verge of coming out, I drove it back in all the way. I stared down in perverse fascination as I moved it out again.

I looked down at my leaking cock, begging to be pressed between her ass cheeks. It was trying to get out of my shorts, dripping to be surrounded by her. She was so fucking tight that I couldn’t think about anything but the sight and memory of my head popping through her tight ring of muscles.

She let out a sexy whimper sound and relaxed into the pumping toy in her ass.

As if she knew what I was thinking, her hand reached behind her, the bottle of lube in her palm.

“Fuck, yes,” I hissed, releasing her hair and taking it from her.

In my impatience, I yanked her panties down to her knees, then pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the ground.

I pushed two of my lubed fingers inside. I had to feel exactly how tight and ready she was. I suckedin a tight gasp when her ass pressed back into my hand. The deeper I went, the more she seemed to pull my fingers inside her.

It was fucking perfect—my fingers disappearing inside her.

With my other hand, I stroked my cock. I couldn’t take anymore—I was going to come all over the backs of her legs.

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything,” she said, her voice hoarse.

I leaned over, bit her shoulder blade, and then I was right fucking there, slicked up and ready to decimate her ass—the hole I worshiped more than my very heartbeat in that moment.

“It’s not going to be gentle—more like a two-bit whore,” I said in warning as I lubed up my cock.

One hand held onto her hip while the other gripped my cock, lining up and pressing against her slightly gaping but tight asshole. She whimpered a little—my cock was bigger than the plug. I was bad in my need and continued on. Lights flashed in my eyes, a strangled breath escaping as I made it through the her fucking tight muscles and halfway in.

It was the escape I needed, washing over me as her body crushed around mine in tight, cock-strangling bliss. My hips rocked, pushing my cock further in, curses flying at the mind-numbing pleasure that enveloped every cell as she moved up and down my shaft. With each thrust, I pushed harder, faster, driving my way to the release I desperately needed.

I looked down to watch her spread around my cock as I plunged in. The sight made me shudder, glued to the hypnotizing view. Fuck, it was perfect. Goddamned exquisite.

“Such a good girl.” My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back. It was the perfect leverage needed to pound her hard.

I needed to fuck her into oblivion. Destroy her—destroy us both.

I yanked back on her hair as I thrust forward, slamming hard, pushing her into the arm of the couch. It was relentless fucking, the friction on my dick driving me harder and faster. Every muscle was tense, every nerve tingling as I let go and took what I needed.

I released her hair, both hands bearing down on her hips, holding her still. I couldn’t stop plowing into her or even slow down. There was nothing in me, my mind fuzzy, with only the need to come driving me.

A shudder rolled through me, every muscle coiled tight. My hips slammed hard against her, jerking as I exploded. I shook with each spurt firing off.

Pure bliss and white, mind-numbing euphoria.

Peace.

Ever since we’d talked to Noah, I’d been on edge. My life was turning into a happy place again, but the threat I lived with for years was reawakening, trying to ruin it all. The vibrating anxiety pumped through my veins again, and the beast inside me prowled, growling at me to take Lila and run.

Matters were made worse when an old, familiar tingling sensation from someone watching me reared their forgotten head. I wasn’t certain, but it wasn’t the first time since the New Year it’d happened, and now I knew why.

Lila’s eyes watched me, probably waiting for me to burst. Not that I could blame her—I knew I was losing control. I could only guess how I looked on the outside. It was so bad that Darren wanted me to try meditation.

Meditation.

Fuck that. They only meditation I needed was my dick in Lila’s pussy. It was the only way to calm my ass down. Unfortunately, getting off inside and on my wife wasn’t providing the relief it used to. I wasn’t getting the mind-wiping hours of clarity that normally accompanied it. I had a suspicion the added stress of the trial was the culprit and was making me a bigger time bomb than ever before.

I rubbed my face as I stared at the computer screen. The client was driving me mad, reminding me about the good that was working on contracts—no customers. Their plight seemed trivial to the shit-storm in my life.

There was a knock on my open door before Drew walked in and sat down in front of me, a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“Man, what is up with you?” He’d been acting strange ever since we got back.

“Dana,” he said with a smile.

My brow twitched, and I stared at him. “Who’s Dana?”

The lovey-dovey look in his eyes cleared, and he leaned forward. “The woman I met in Aruba.”

He gave me a look like I should’ve known who he was talking about.

“You met someone in Aruba?”

He chuckled and leaned back. “Yeah, you only had eyes for Lila and were blind to the rest of us.”

“Can you blame me?” I asked. He shook his head. “Are you doing a long distance relationship?”

He shook his head. “Kinda, but not the distance you’re thinking. She lives in Bloomington. She’s an English professor at IU.”

“All right, I can see you’re dying to tell me, so spill.” I sat back in my chair and watched the lovesick fool in front of me.

“She’s perfect. I mean, beautiful and intelligent. When she smiles, everything lights up.” His own smile brightened, and I wanted to look for my sunglasses. “When I’m with her, nothing else matters. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.”