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No one else will ever touch her like this. No one else will ever have her.

The first lash of my tongue against her clit has her cry out, and I thrust two fingers into her dripping cunt, crooking them slightly.

Her hands grab onto my hair. I growl a warning against her flesh, but she’s too far gone to listen. Her thighs clamp around my head as she shudders through her release.

I lick her through it until she goes lax against the bed, chest heaving. Only then do I raise my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

She looks thoroughly debauched, and it’s a heady thrill knowing I did that to her.

My cock is heavy between my legs, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I’m primed to explode at the slightest touch.

I get off the bed and retrieve my tie from the floor, the silky material cool against my heated skin. Returning to the bed, I flip Mary onto her stomach. She squeals in surprise but doesn’t resist as I loop the tie around her wrists, binding them together above her head.

I admire her prone form for a moment, the curve of her back and swell of her ass on display just for me. Gripping her hips, I haul her up onto her knees. She’s completely exposed now, wet and waiting. The power rush is intoxicating.

I position myself behind her, letting my cock tease her wet entrance. She tries to push back, seeking relief from the ache I’ve built in her, but I hold her firm.

“Did you enjoy your date?” I grind against her, letting her feel how hard I am. How much I want her.

“Connor, please.”

“You’ve been very naughty, Blue.” I caress the smooth skin of her backside. “Going on a date with another man.” My palm connects with her ass in a sharp slap.

She cries out, jerking against her restraints.

I smooth my hand over the blooming handprint, squeezing roughly. “Answer me. Did you enjoy your date?”

“No.”

“Are you sure about that?” I stroke her tender flesh. “Maybe I should make you call him. Let you say that this ass is mine.”

“No,” she whimpers.

I smack her other cheek just as hard. “No?”

“I don’t want him. I want you. Only you.”

“That’s better.” I enter her in one swift thrust, burying myself balls-deep in her tightness.

We both groan, the feeling incredible. I still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried so deep inside her. She squirms beneath me, needing more.

“Tell me again who you want,” I say.

“You,” she moans. “Always you.”

Using her hips as leverage, I pound into her relentlessly, wanting her to feel me for days. To remember who she belongs to.

Mine. This pussy is mine.

Her moans and cries spur me on. I lean over her, biting down on the back of her neck. She shudders, inner walls clenching around my cock. I straighten up and increase my pace. Her channel is silky and tight, milking me with each thrust.

“You like that, Blue?” My hand cracks against her ass again. “Being taken like this. Owned.”

“God, yes.” Her words go straight to my groin.

I grip her hair, using it as a handle to rail deeper into her. The bed creaks with the force of my thrusts. She meets each one, her ass slapping against my hips.

I thrust harder, feeling my own release building.

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