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had to force himself to grip her hips as hard as he would any
other submissive who was needing sex to be raw and rough.

 
    She
couldn’t help but look around the room and remember all the memories she had of
her and Brad growing up there. And now, there she was bent over and getting
fucked by him. It was primal. Animalistic. It sent thrills tingling up her back
and down her arms. She loved it.

 
    Throwing
her head back and letting her wails of pleasure ring out through the room, she
let herself lose all control of her reactions, not worried about how loud she
was or what she did with her body. The rhythmic slapping of their wet skin
filled the room with the unmistakable sound of sex. Finally getting what she was
longing for after so long, Jillian felt a strange euphoria wash over her,
completely separate from the tumult going on inside. She wanted to beg him to
never stop fucking her, to never stop the hurricane of feelings he was giving
her.

 
    His
cock felt huge, stretching her to the brink as it thrusted back and forth. Jillian
loved how he simply folded her over the couch and started fucking her like some
horny animal. It was what she wanted most, to take her like she was his
property. The rougher he was with her, the better she felt about herself and
what she was offering him...what he was taking from her.

 
    Never
before had an orgasm been so inevitable. But the pressure building inside her
had none of the elusiveness it normally had, if it even started at all. This
was like a cannon being loaded to the brim with explosives and as soon as the
fuse lit…

 
    Brad
reached forward and, not missing a beat of the punishing rhythm of his strokes,
gathered her hair into one giant mass and, wrapping it around his wrist, pulled
hard. Her back bowed in an arch. Her tiny waist dipping low while her pert ass
rose even higher against his pelvis. Unable to resist, he stopped thrusting
long enough to deliver three hard smacks to her ass cheeks. He had wanted to do
that for so long.

 
    Jillian
yelped, but it was a special sound of pain infused with pleasure. He gave
another smack to her other side before slamming his cock deep, loving the way
his handprints showed up bright red on her pale skin.

 
    He
could feel her body grow more and more tense as she rocketed toward her climax.
The noises she was making only spurred him on harder. Her complete willingness
to bend over and submit turned him on even more than he’d thought possible.

 
    From
where Brad was positioned, he could see Jillian’s hands digging into the
cushions deep enough to nearly tear through the fabric. She had her lower lip clenched
between her teeth and was in danger of making herself bleed. What little he
could see of her face was barely unrecognizable, the primitive fucking taking
her to a place she’d never been.

 
    She
felt as if a raging storm was building inside her, a massive surge of water
held back by the weakest of dams. Every second she thought it would crash down over
her, and every second it proved her wrong by only growing stronger.

 
    Just
when she thought she had to either climax or die, the wave finally broke and
everything inside her shattered completely. Feeling like she had been given a
drug, her entire body shook, and a million colors whirled before her eyes. She
heard screaming but had no idea it came from her. As soon as her body withered
and stiffened against him, Brad had his own orgasm. He clutched her even
tighter than he had been with his hips grinding against her ass.

 
    When
her body finally stopped shaking he let her go. She slumped onto the back of
the couch like a limp noodle, barely able to talk or form a coherent thought.
Vaguely hearing him chuckle through her euphoric haze, she decided she was
content to stay where she was for maybe a century or more. She didn’t care that
her naked ass was up in the air—used and still red.

 
    Brad
rubbed her ass cheeks, giving her a light slap before