Page 189 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

“This is mine,” I informed her.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she agreed enthusiastically.

“My pussy.” Thrust. “My ass.” Thrust. “My filthy little mouth to fuck when I please.” Thrust.

“Yes, Ryland!”

Her voice tinged with excitement, and my cock swelled with every throaty murmur.

“You’ll never take it away from me again.”

“No, never.” She shook.

My thumb flattened against her clit, and she bucked against me, screaming out profanities. What an utterly sweet debauchee she’d turned into.

She rode my palm, pistoning me faster, harder. I allowed her to take over the pace because it felt too fucking good not to. She trembled and constricted around me, searing me with scorching heat as savage shock waves tore through her body. Already on the verge of exploding myself, her next words propelled me over the brink.

“I’ll never leave you again, Ryland.”

“Oh, Christ.” I threw my head back on a groan. My cock jerked violently, spewing boiling hot lava deep inside of her.

Brighton collapsed back against my chest, and I barely made it to the bed before we both fell in a heap. Completely unaware of how profoundly she affected me, she curled up like a kitten and promptly went to sleep in my arms.

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