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spikes of pleasure coursed toward her pussy, which seemed to gasp in anticipation of the fury about to rip through it. A moment of fear struck Victoria before her pussy erupted, and she screamed out Tristan’s name as she lost control of herself. Stars shot behind her closed eyes and she thrashed on the table, a wave of cum soaking her vagina and dripping down her ass onto the table, except for what Tristan eagerly licked up. She lost all sense of time and place. Tristan had made her cum again, after five long years, and only that mattered. No one else had ever done that to her, and no one ever would. She’d never let them. Her pussy belonged to him.
    And he was back. For the moment, she didn’t care how long it was for.
    She looked up, dazed and limp like a rag doll, to see Tristan standing between her legs. He’d somehow stripped himself and stood nude, his huge cock proudly straining into the air, the head covered in pre-cum she wanted to taste. He wore a look of such lust on his face that she began panting as he lifted her feet over his shoulders, eagerness making her helpless, and loving it.
    “Oh, Tristan,” she moaned.
    “My God, Victoria,” he whispered, “you’re magnificent. I have to fill you.”
    She shuddered in response. “I don’t want anything in between you and me. I’m on birth control.”
    “No condom? I’m clean.”
    “Me, too.” She gasped as the head of his penis touched her wet folds. “Please fuck me, Tristan.”
    “A half-hearted beg gets only half a cock.”
    She smiled and cried out, “Fuck me, Tristan!”
    He grinned. Then he slid his cock up and down her folds while his hands moved up to her breasts again. A flick of her nipples sent a fresh jolt to her pussy. Her eyes pleaded with him and he pushed his cock in so the head disappeared inside her. She gasped, stretching to accommodate his girth, gazing up at him to see a sex flush on his red chest.
    “So handsome,” she whispered, near to tears with longing. Tristan leaned over her, letting her legs slide down so he could reach her ruby lips. He hovered just above, their lips near to touching, their eyes drinking each other in; lust, adoration, affection, and buried love shone in both of their gazes.
    “Time to claim you at least,” Tristan whispered.
    She slid both hands into his golden locks with more tenderness than she thought possible. “Yes!”
    He consummated the kiss with a softness that surprised her. She pressed back, and suddenly they crushed each other’s lips. And just when she thought she might faint from longing, Tristan rammed his hard cock to the hilt inside Victoria Lane, his heavy balls resting against her ass, his pubic bone against her clit, and the length of him filling her to the brim with burning desire.
    Her velvety softness, slick wetness, and furnace-like heat awed him. Their moans and cries sounded like crazed animals. For a moment, they were too overcome to do more than kiss madly at each other, caught between lustful tongue lashing and the sweet crushing of their lips together. All sense of time vanished, but finally Tristan recovered enough to remember there was more to this.
    Gathering her in an embrace from which she could not escape, and did not want to leave—ever—he slid his cock out most of the way, then all the way back in, rocking himself back and forth against her with each full entry, each time snuggling her pubic bone. Again and again he did it, all the while holding her tightly as she wildly caressed his hair, shoulders, and back, their mouths more intimately entwined than their privates. Sweat slicked their bodies. Moans and cries filled the air. The windows fogged up and the world disappeared around them.
    In the throes of passion, Victoria forgave Tristan everything and anything, clinging to him like the enraptured girl she’d once been, before she was aware of the pain of heartbreak that awaited her. She resented him no longer, waves of love overpowering her. Any last