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A low, satisfied noise rumbles in his chest. He presses a kiss to my shoulder.

“Good girl. You’ll have me, every fucking inch of me.” He takes off his shirt, exposing his toned chest. His muscles ripple underneath, tattoos dancing on his arms. At last, he takes off his jeans and boxers, and his cock springs free, thick, hard, and ready for me.

Connor crawls back up to me, pulling my hips up to position himself at my entrance. God, he’s looking at me like he’sgoing to consume me whole. My insides clench with a mixture of nerves and pure, liquid want.

The thick head of his cock teases my slick folds. A whimper escapes my lips as I rock back, desperate for that delicious friction. Never would I have imagined to be so needy.

“Easy, Blue.” His fingers dig into my hips to still me. “We have all night for me to make you scream.”

The heat of his body presses against my back, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear. I shudder at the sensation, every nerve ending in my body alight and yearning for his touch.

“Please.” The ache between my legs grows unbearable, a molten coil of need winding tighter with each passing second. “I need you inside me.”

One of his hands leaves my hip, trailing down to my swollen core, and I cry out at the contact, bucking into his touch involuntarily.

“Fuck,” he rasps against the back of my neck. “Tell me how much you want it, Blue. Tell me how much you need my cock buried in that pretty little pussy of yours.”

I whine at his filthy words, my walls fluttering around nothing at the thought. “God, I need it so bad,” I say. “Please, Connor, please. I want to feel you for days.”

With a feral growl, he slams into me, and I scream out at the exquisite fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him.

“That’s it, take it all.” He bottoms out with a roll of his hips. “Such a good girl for me, taking my cock so fucking perfectly.”

My mind goes blank from the intoxicating pleasure-pain of being so thoroughly filled. He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust before he’s moving, pounding into me with rough, claiming strokes.

“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” His thrusts grow faster and deeper, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “And I was your first, and I’m going to be your last.”

I can only whimper in response, my vocabulary reduced to incoherent pleas and broken cries of his name. It’s too much and not enough all at once. I need more, crave more of this blissful oblivion only he can give me.

“Say it, Blue.”

“I’m yours.” My nails claw at the sheets, desperate for something to anchor me as he drives into me relentlessly.

Each deep stroke hits that secret spot inside me, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through my body.

“Touch yourself,” he commands roughly. “I want to feel you come undone on my cock.”

I obey without hesitation, my fingers finding my aching clit. The added stimulation rips a scream from my throat. I’m so close, teetering on the knife’s edge of release.

Connor leans over me, his chest pressed to my back. “That’s it. Let go for me. Come on my cock like my good girl.”

His words are my undoing. I shatter with a silent scream, my walls clamping down on him like a vice as I shake and tremble through the most intense orgasm of my life, drowning outeverything but the feel of him still pounding into my fluttering heat, prolonging my high.

“Fucking hell.” His rhythm falters as he chases his own release.

“Fill me up, make me yours,” I whine.

With a feral roar, he slams into me one last time and empties himself inside me. The sensation of his hot seed coating my walls triggers another mini orgasm, and I mewl from the overstimulation.

Connor collapses on top of me, both of us panting harshly as he presses open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder blades, murmuring praise into my sweat-slicked skin.

“Mine.” He growls possessively. “All fucking mine.”

In this moment, lost in the haze of post-sex bliss, I can only hum in agreement. I am his, completely and utterly.

Our ragged breaths slow, and he collapses beside me, gathering me into his arms.

“That was different.” My voice sounds hoarse, almost unrecognizable.

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