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I want to fill her womb with my seed. I want to make her mine ineveryway.

I watch her tits bouncing with every thrust, feel her pussy milking my cock, and the primal urge takes over. I need to breed this sweet angel.

She cries out in frustration as I suddenly pull out from her pussy and flip her over. I haul her hips up and quickly sink back into her from behind.

She screams into the pillow and pushes back, taking everything I give her like she was born to take my huge dick.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss through gritted teeth as I pound into her fast and hard. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” she cries out, wild and breathless. “All yours, Logan. It’s always been yours.”

“Fucking right, it has.”

I grab her perfect ass and fuck her hard and deep while I stare at her tight little asshole. It looks so fucking tempting.

She grabs a fistful of sheets and screams, her cheek on the mattress, her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut. My girl is about to cum. I can feel her ready to burst.

“Do it,” I growl as I fuck her faster and harder, plunging my hard dick in and out of her tight little pussy at a furious pace. “Cum on me, baby. Cum on my cock.”

She erupts.

The whole damn city might hear that scream as she cums all over a man’s dick for the first time. Her pussy grips me like a fist, wet and wild and pulsing, trying to make me cum too.

It feels so good that I can’t hold it back.

I grab her ass—way too hard—thrust in deep, and release inside her, unloading every drop of hot cum I’ve built up for her. Her virgin pussy squeezes and milks me as it takes every hot pulse from my cock.

“Oh, Logan,” she moans.

My body shakes as my cock pulses one last time inside her, transferring every drop of seed into her ripe little womb.

She collapses into the pillows and I collapse beside her.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our breathing—ragged, unsteady, and completely spent. Her skin is flushed, glowing in the firelight, and her eyes flutter closed like she’s drifting off somewhere between dreams and bliss.

I slide my arm under her body and pull her against my chest. She curls into me like she belongs here. Like she always has.

I stroke her back, slow and gentle, grounding us both.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll always have you.”

Her hand slides down my arm and I can feel her smiling against my chest.

“I know.”

This wasn’t just sex. It was the farthest thing imaginable from a casual hookup.

It waseverything. It was soulmates expressing their love.

I press a kiss to her temple, letting gratitude and love swell through every inch of my body.

She saved me. She opened my eyes.

She’s changed everything.

And for all that, I’m never letting her go.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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