Page 192 of They Are Mine

“You,” she whispers.

I grip her throat, squeeze just right. “Who owns this tight little pussy?”

She moans so fucking loud. “You, Callum.”

I nearly lose it.

Fuck.

I flip her over, yank her up to her knees.

Her ass is perfect.

I grab her hips, slam into her again.

She cries out.

Pushes back against me.

Fucking taking it.

I fist her hair, pull her head back. Bite her shoulder.

She whimpers.

Fucking loves it.

“You like being fucked like this, don’t you?” I growl.

“Yes,” she whispers, wrecked.

I slide a hand between her thighs, rub her clit.

Her whole body jerks.

She’s so close.

I feel her tighten, tremble.

I slam harder, deeper, filthier.

“Come for me,” I demand.

She fucking cries out my name.

And that’s it.

I lose control.

I thrust once, twice and fucking explode.

Growling against her neck, holding her tight, pumping deep as I fill her.

We collapse onto the bed, breathless, ruined.

I drag her against me, wrapping my arm tight around her waist.

She’s shaking.

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