" Oh, the slide of his cock inside her! It was a pleasure so deep it was nearly pain and she ground back down again, closing her eyes, savoring this purely physical joy.
Except it wasn't purely physical, was it? The thought that it was Asa inside her, Asa driving his hips up into her now, Asa begging her to go faster... oh, that was the addicting thought. She wanted to ride him, wanted to hide him away in her bedroom, to use only for herself.
She was jealous of every woman who had come before her. Had used this wonderful penis. Had heard his groan. "

― Elizabeth Hoyt , Sweetest Scoundrel (Maiden Lane, #9)