Page 191 of They Are Mine

She moans at the sight. “Yes.”

Fuck.

I climb onto the bed, grab her thighs, and line myself up.

I rub the thick head against her, slow, teasing, stretching.

She whimpers.

Begging, wordless.

I push in, inch by inch.

Her lips part. “F-Fuck.”

I slam in.

She screams.

And I lose my goddamn mind.

She claws at me. Writhes beneath me.

My name spills from her sweet, wrecked mouth like a goddamn prayer.

And I’m barely getting started.

I drag out slow just to hear her whimper, just to make her feel it.

Then I slam back in.

She shatters. Hands clutching my shoulders, thighs trembling around my waist.

“More,” she gasps, desperate.

I give her more.

My pace brutal. Relentless.

She’s so tight, so wet.

I grip her hips, hold her right where I want her, and fuck her deep.

Hard.

Her back arches.

Her head tips back.

Fucking gorgeous.

She’s whimpering, moaning, shaking.

I grab her jaw, force her to look at me.

“Who’s fucking you, baby?” I growl, slamming deeper.

She shudders.

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