Page 190 of They Are Mine

She tries.

Fails.

So I slap her thigh.

Hard enough to sting.

Her whole body jerks.

She fucking moans.

Oh, she likes that.

I chuckle, dark and low. “You like being handled, huh?”

She nods frantically, breathless.

I sink a finger inside her.

She gasps, clenches.

“More,” she pleads.

I give her two.

Twisting. Stroking. Fucking her open.

She bucks.

I curl my fingers, pressing right against that sweet spot inside her.

She screams.

“Come for me, baby,” I growl, sucking her clit hard.

And she fucking breaks.

Shaking, crying out, grinding against my tongue.

I keep going, lapping up every last drop, even as she trembles through it.

She whimpers, shudders, trying to catch her breath.

But I’m not done.

Not even close.

I stand, shove her further up the bed.

She looks up at me, dazed, ruined.

I unbuckle my belt, watching her watch me.

She licks her lips.

Little tease.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” I murmur, stroking myself.

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