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stand for a moment so he could sit behind her on the chair. He wrapped a strong arm around her middle, guiding her back down until the tip of his cock, coated with warm, slick lubricant, slid between the crease of her ass and nestled against her back entrance.
    “Tell me you need it,” he demanded aggressively as that thick crest slipped inside her a teasing inch. “Beg me to fuck you right now and I will.”
    She whimpered, far beyond needing it. She was delirious with lust and frantic to feel him thrust deep inside her there , while the vibrator worked its magic against her g-spot. “Yes, please,” she said on a strangled moan, uncaring that strangers watched her submit completely to her husband, and plead wantonly for him to take her. “Please fuck me, now .”
    Gripping her hips, he pulled her down to his lap in one quick motion, her back to his chest. She cried out as his searing width invaded her channel and he filled her with a ruthless, demanding upward thrust that made him grunt against her shoulder. The muscles in her spread thighs clenched and quivered as Dean began pushing in and out of her, stimulating those forbidden nerve endings and making her forget that they had an audience.
    His hands came around and unclamped the vices biting into her nipples, and she groaned in relief until he pinched and tugged both tender, sensitive tips between his fingers, sending another shockwave of white-hot pleasure straight down to her sex. The sensation was both agonizing and electric, and she went a little wild, bucking her hips back against his groin . . . the only thing she could manage in her various restraints.
    “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he gruffed out, clearly enjoying her unbridled thrashing that lodged him deeper and caused a breath-taking friction. But not enough to allow her to come, and that’s what she wanted most of all.
    He slid a hand down to her pussy, strummed his fingers across her swollen clit and wrapped his other hand tight in her hair. He pulled her head back, arching her body as he flex his own hips, riding her hard and deep. Dominating her like a stallion would a mare — powerful and relentless in his pursuit to claim and possess.
    “Tell every one of those men out there that you’re mine ,” he rasped into her ear, holding her climax just out of reach until she complied with his order.
    “Yes, yours ,” she whimpered, her need a blazing inferno burning her up from the inside out. “Only yours.”
    He grunted his approval, turned her head toward his and sealed his mouth over hers, taking what he wanted, and all thoughts of being watched vanished from her mind. His kiss was hot and purposeful, his tongue as greedy and aggressive as the fingers plying her clit, as ruthless as the orb humming inside her sheathe, and as fierce as the cock impaling her. He touched her everywhere, filled her everywhere, and the onslaught of unrelenting pleasure had her flying into a million sizzling pieces. She cried out against his lips as the unmerciful orgasm raged on, the maelstrom of ecstasy she achieved absolutely unmatched in that moment.
    Behind her, she felt Dean’s big body shudder hard as he climaxed at the same time, his unraveling groan of satisfaction vibrating through his chest as he came, too. Utterly spent, and completely boneless, her entire body sagged back against his, the only thing she could do considering her legs and arms were still manacled.
    In a haze, she felt Dean shift behind her, then he was carrying her, and she sighed as he laid her down on what she assumed was a soft mattress, and her head settled on a plump pillow.
    “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have such a passionate wife as you,” he murmured huskily as he gently released her ankles from the leather cuffs and spreader bar then unbuckled the restraints around her still quivering thighs — taking care of her in a way that was so tender and sweet. “Thank you for allowing me tonight’s fantasy. Your submission and trust