Page 43 of Wrecker

She gasped as she held up her hand, then she turned her head to look at me with tears springing fresh in her eyes. I caught her mouth in a kiss, sealing the promise with my lips, then turned her around slowly before walking her back to the bed.

She shivered at the dark promise in my expression. By the time her knees hit the edge of the mattress, she was already falling back, panting, eyes wide with need.

I loomed over her, dragging the vest open to bare her chest.

“Now,” I growled, “I’m gonna work on that second part.”

Her eyes widened, a soft sound catching in her throat as I grabbed her knees and shoved them apart, spreading her open beneath me. The vest still clung to her shoulders, the soft leather framing her flushed skin, her peaked nipples, her heaving tits.

Mine.

Every fucking inch of her.

“Look at you,” I rasped, dragging my hand from her ankle up the soft, quivering inside of her thigh. “Laid out in my cut, your ring on your finger, that sweet little pussy already soaked for me.”

She moaned, arching her back, then her breath hitched.

“I’m gonna fuck you so deep, baby,” I growled, leaning in to nip her bottom lip. “You’ll still be feelin’ me tomorrow. Dripping with my come.”

Her lips parted as she gasped my name.

I kissed her again, hard and filthy, tongues tangling while I lined myself up and dragged the head of my cock through her slick opening. The second I nudged against her entrance, her hips jerked, thighs clamping around me.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need you.”

I sank into her with a groan that turned into a full-body shudder.

She was so damn tight, hot, and completely drenched.

Fucking heaven.

Her head fell back as I stretched her, slow but steady, letting her feel every inch as I filled her from root to tip. Her nails dug into my shoulders, those pretty lips trembling as she whimpered with need.

“You feel that?” I gritted. “That’s your pussy taking what’s fucking hers. Because I’m yours, baby. You got that?”

The look in her eyes was wild, but she nodded.

I punched my hips forward. “You’re mine now, baby. Fucking owned.”

She cried out as I buried myself deep.

“Say it,” I snarled, slamming into her again.

“I’m yours,” she gasped. “Always yours—oh, yes! Yes—Reid!”

I fucked her hard, watching her tits bounce beneath me, the vest shifting as her body arched and twisted. Dipping down, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, and she shuddered, her pussy clamping hard around me. Then I switched sides with the same reaction.

When I raised my head, my eyes drifted over the vest, and I swear, I hardened even more.

“You like this?” I rasped, voice dark and wrecked. “Gettin’ fucked in my cut? Bare and open? Ready to be bred?”

“Yes,” Peyton cried. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I bent low, grabbing the back of her neck and crushing her mouth to mine as I pistoned into her, faster now, rougher. Each stroke hit deep, claiming her. Marking her. Fucking breeding her.

“You’re gonna take my come,” I grunted against her lips. “Gonna soak it up and make me a fuckin’ daddy. You want that? Want me to knock you up?”

Her entire body locked, and her eyes flew wide. Her mouth opened, and all that came out was a raw, whimpering, “Yes.”

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