I have to say—she really was a one-in-a-million temptress. Every inch of her was top-tier. Especially that bewitching expression; it could always stir up my interest instantly.
Unlike before, when I'd treat her like something precious, this time I only cared about my own pleasure. Whatever felt good, I did.
I used to hold her in the palm of my hand, afraid of hurting her, never letting myself go wild. Now I wanted to experience what it felt like to floor the gas pedal.
In the past, I'd worried about her comfort and never tried anything too adventurous. Tonight, I used every move in the book.
Summer was wrecked by my intensity and kept begging for mercy. "Hus... band, can you... slow down... I can't... take it..."
The more she begged, the more excited I got. I floored it and fully enjoyed the ride.
That night, I was insatiable—three rounds, and I had her wailing by the end.
She lay sprawled before me, complaining between gasps. "Your... stamina is insane... three times, an hour each—are you trying to... kill me?"
I chuckled. "That was only half my strength. Imagine if I actually tried."