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He moves steadily scratching his soft beard against my clit as he nibbles and sucks.

“I’m gonna come again!” My chest tightens and my thighs squeeze around his face as another orgasm rips its way up through my body. I squirm around, chasing the reverberating sensations as I moan out in relief. You’d think that would be enough, that two orgasms would have me coming to my senses. Instead, I’m still desperate for his cock. Desperate to be filled, desperate to be stretched, desperate to know what his big, thick shaft feels like inside of me.

He growls, teasing my clit as he moves his head away from my pussy. “I could lay there and eat forever if I didn’t need to fuck you so bad.”

He stands straight and tugs me to the edge of the table, angling the head of his thick cock at my entrance before he slides in and groans.

There aren’t enough words to describe that sound. The growl a man makes when he’s finally inside of you. “Oh, kitten, you’re so God damn tight.”

He thrusts back and forth slowly, and though I notice a dull ache as his thick cock stretches me wide, I try my best to ignore it in favor of the pleasure rushing in behind it.

“You okay?” he groans, thrusting lightly as though he’s trying to get me used to his size.

“Yeah, I’m good. You’re just so big. I… wow…”

He thrusts harder and deeper, pressing all the way in. Shit! I grip his wrists as he works his cock into places no one has ever been.

Long, slow strokes turn more feverish, and soon he’s thrusting into me with urgency. One big hand on my tit, pinching my nipple, his eyes never leave mine as he says, “You’re so tight, kitten. So, fuckin’ perfect. I’m gonna come!”

“Do it!” I scream. “Come hard, Boone! I need it! Fill me up!”

I dig my nails into his forearm as he drives his cock into me, pressing my cervix with each hard smash.

I might pass out. I’m not sure. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. It’s hard, rough, and animalistic, and while I want it to be ‘just sex,’ it’s not. Behind all that roughness is a protector that I want all to myself.

“Fuck,” he groans, and grips my hips tighter, pounding into me over and over as his face tightens and contorts.

I’m not sure what it is about this moment, or what part of me his massive cock is currently rubbing against, but whatever it is, I can’t take it. Another wild orgasm rips its way through me, forcing convulsions into my hips as I scream out.

“Fuck!” he growls. “I love to feel that pussy come.”

I spasm around his length as his movements get tighter and faster. Within seconds, he lets out a growl and explodes inside of me.

He groans and pulls me up toward him, snuggling me against his sticky, hot frame as he holds me close. “You felt so damn good.”

I’m not sure I can comprehend words right now. I’ve never come once during sex, let alone three times in one shot. “You felt… incredible.” I kiss his chest and breathe his masculine scent in as he lifts me from the table and carries me into the bedroom.

“That’s good,” he groans, “because you’re mine forever now.”

There are a million things happening at this moment that have never happened before. First, I’ve never been lifted like this in my life. Second, no one has ever fucked me so hard. And third, no one has ever so explicitly tried to own me.

He lays me back on the bed and kisses my forehead before climbing in next to me, pulling me against his chest with a groan. “Tell me you’re mine, kitten. I need to hear it.”

“I’m yours.” The words slide from my lips easily without regret, and for the first time in my life, I think I might have something to relate to on the radio Monday morning.

Epilogue

Boone

One Year Later

The sun is bright and warm, the sky is clear and blue, and the sound of birds echoes through the pines. Weather like this is few and far between lately. For some reason, this summer has been exceptionally rainy. I guess it makes us appreciate the warmth even more.

Daphne meets me on the porch steps with a wide, beaming smile as she settles beneath my arm. “I don’t think my feet are going to make it today.”

“Toss ‘em up.” I reach for her toes. “I’ll rub you down.”

I know she must be in pain because usually she fights me on the foot rub thing on account of having some very ticklish feet.

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