Page 95 of Taming You

I do, reaching beside the bed to grab a condom, ripping open the package and rolling it down my cock.

The second it’s on, she throws her leg over me and positions herself, running the tip of my cock through her wetness. “You look so good like this, at my mercy.”

“Only for you,” I say as she slowly sinks down on me, taking me inch by inch until I’m fully inside her.

She rolls her hips, and I moan. “Damn right, only for me.” She falls forward, and her nails dig into my chest as though she’s trying to leave some physical mark as to her claim on me. I’d tattooProperty of Zoeyon myself if that would make her happy, because every piece of me belongs to her.

She rides me slowly, enjoying the feeling of me stretching her as my thumb finds her clit. Her head drops forward. “Fuck, Matthew, you fill me so well.”

I lean up and kiss her. “You were fucking made for me, baby. I want to feel you come. Ride me the way I know you want to, take everything, it’s yours.”

She kisses me fervently as she increases the speed. She pulls back as she leans back on my legs, and my eyes move to watch how good her pussy looks filled with me.

“Like what you see?” she asks.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Slap my clit,” she tells me, and my eyes find hers as she bites her lip. When I don’t do it right away, she tells me again, and this time I do and she clenches around me as a low moan leaves her. “Again,” she pants, and I listen. She clenches again, and I watch as the muscles in her legs tighten. Fuck she’s close.

I reach up and grab her jaw, pulling her forward, and she comes with me willingly until her lips meet mine. We fight for control, tongues and teeth clashing as we both chase our release. I hold back, needing her to come, needing for her to feel that release before me. When she clenches around me one final time as her fingers dig into my skin, I finally give in to my release, moaning as I empty myself into the condom. I don’t stop kissing her until we’ve both finished and we’re panting for breath.

She rolls off me, panting as she stares up at the ceiling. I roll and face her, placing gentle kisses on her arm and shoulder, and she turns her head to look at me, a soft smile on her face. I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and smile at her as I whisper, “You’re my dream girl.”

Her smile brightens, and she rolls to face me. “You’re my dream guy.”

I didn’t think my grin could get any bigger, but it does. “Move in,” I say.

“Is that a demand?” she asks playfully.

I shake my head. “A plea. Move in with me, please.”

She nods and kisses me. “I’ll move in. I’m giving you fair warning, though, you may lose your closet.”

I laugh. “It’s all yours, baby.” I kiss her, and I’m already hard again. “Can I take you on all fours now?” I ask between kisses.

She doesn’t answer, merely breaks the kiss and rolls onto her stomach and slowly lifts herself. I don’t waste any time grabbing another condom and positioning myself behind her. I don’t go slow or soft with her. I grip her hips so tightly she’ll have bruises, and I fuck her. I fuck her in a way that will leave her knowing she’s mine. That even though I will crawl for her and do whatever she asks and be her good boy, she’s fucking mine.

She holds her hands flat against the headboard to prevent her body from moving any further up the bed as my hips relentlessly pound into her. She moans loudly, muttered fucks often following them. I spank her, and she clenches around me.

“Yes,” she moans. “Be a good boy and show me who I belong to.”

I reach forward, my hand finding the front of her throat, and pull her back against my chest as my left hand finds her clit.

“You like giving orders,” I say and nip at her neck. “But you also like knowing you’re mine. You want me to fucking claim you, don’t you?”

She nods, and I pinch her clit.

“I want words, Zo.”

“Yes, claim me.”

“I’ll be your good boy, but you’re mine, Zoey. Body, mind, and soul, you’re mine.”

Her arms reach back and wrap around my neck. “Yes, Matthew, I’m yours. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

My hand comes down on her clit, and she moans. I kiss her as my hips continue pistoning into her. “Fuck, I love you,” I mutter against her lips, and she smiles, but I kiss her again.

“I love you,” she mutters as she breaks for air.

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