I knew his hands would bruise my hips, that his teeth had left marks on my neck, that I’d forever feel an emptiness from where he was inside me now — but I didn’t care. I loved it. I craved it. I wanted more, more, more — all of him, all of this, all of us. It was wrong. It was betrayal. It was everything we were never supposed to do. But when Tyler thrust into me again and again, then three final, hard times, filling me up completely before he pulled out and stroked his orgasm out until it spilled hot on my ass, I knew we’d take whatever punishment, whatever hell we’d wake up to the next
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