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“I want you on the bed, on your back with your legs spread.” Tonight I needed to look into her eyes as I fucked her.

Annie climbed onto the bed and parted her thighs for me.

“Wider,” I commanded. “I want to see that pretty pink pussy.”

“Yes, Sir.” Annie opened her legs wider.

“So beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sir. Now, fuck me hard and fast.”

This girl had a lot to learn about submission, but right now I was in no mood to teach her. If she wanted to be thoroughly fucked, who was I to say no?

I grabbed her ankles and dragged her ass to the edge of the bed. I’d planned to taste her sweet pussy again, to savor her moans, but now all I wanted to do was claim her.

Yanking her onto my cock, I drove inside her. My head fell back with a feral growl as I filled her. Nothing had ever felt more natural to me than this. I pumped my hips establishing a steady rhythm, taking it gently despite her demand to take her ruthlessly.

“More,” Annie urged raising her hips in encouragement.

Unable to deny her, I picked up my pace. My fingers dug into her hips as I plowed into her welcoming body again and again. Annie whimpered and moaned as she clutched the bedsheets. The twist of her lips told me she was close.

“Please, Ciaran.”

“I love it when you beg, sweetheart.”

I curved a hand around the velvety skin of her breast. It fit perfectly in my palm like her body had been made for me. Her nipples were drawn up into tight, rosy peaks. Later, I would worship them, but right now Annie needed a little pain to help her over the edge. As I twisted her nipple between my fingers, I used my other hand to spank her ass. It was enough.

Her pussy clenched around my cock, squeezing me hard enough to trigger my own release. She arched up off the bed as I emptied myself inside her. Leaning down, I gathered her up into my arms and held her, legs locked around my waist, as her shudders subsided. She was so soft, so pliant like this, I never wanted to let her go.

I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair as her breathing slowed. Several minutes passed before she climbed off me.

“Stay,” I called out as she walked away.

“I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“No, I mean stay. For good.” I breathed deeply. “Marry me.”

“What?” Annie half-laughed, half-snorted.

I knew it was too soon to ask her, but I couldn’t resist.

“We barely know each other.”

“We know enough. I know I love you.”

“Ciaran…”

I held a hand up to halt her objections. “You’re right, it’s soon, but I knew from the first time I kissed you we were meant to be.”

Annie raised her hand to her mouth and bit her thumb as she considered what I’d said. Then she dropped her arms down by her sides. “Why not? Let’s do it.”

“Really?” Intense joy swept through me. I leapt to my feet and pulled Annie to me. I kissed her passionately, sealing the deal. “You’re mine now.”

“Yes, Ciaran,” she agreed. “I’m yours.”

With that declaration, I pulled her toward the bed to prove to her just how true that was.

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