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I snorted. “Yes,” I replied, never more certain of anything in my life. “Just promise me we won’t stop until we’re both completely satisfied.”

He nodded; his eyes filled with a fire that mirrored my own. “What the princess wants, the princess gets.”

I shimmied my skirt down my leg. My face reddened at what the hell I just let happen. He smirked, holding out his hand and helping me off the bar. We made our way through the crowd who were cheering us on as we left. We stepped onto the metal spiraling stairs, and once we reached the top you could see the entire bar. It was the perfect view to see everyone partying. The dancing, the drinking, the laughter, I had come to love every part of this place—but I still had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind.

My own family. My flesh and blood. I still needed to save them. One night; just one night, then back to work.

My mystery man - I still didn’t know his name - led me down a corridor full of doors; apartments I realized, and he jiggled the door handle to the first one. He pushed it open and shovedme inside, pressing me against the wall and slamming his lips against mine.

The door shut with a slam, but the bass of the music outside vibrated within the walls. My toe-licking male groaned into my mouth as his hands roamed up and down my body until they rested on my ass. He massaged and squeezed, feeling the fullness of my backside.

“Fuck, this is the best ass I have ever seen or felt. I can’t wait to bury my face in it.”

Oh, an ass man. Finally!

His sharp teeth pierced through my tender lip, sending a jolt of pain that made me release a throaty, pleasure-filled groan. In that moment, it was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him into an entirely different being. Gone was his gentle and playful nature; now, he exuded an intense forcefulness, like a primal creature driven by raw instinct. Every movement he made was harsh and unyielding, his determination palpable in the air around us. The scene was charged with a mix of excitement, pain and the musky scent of our bodies blended in this wild encounter.

And I was here for it.

He wasted no time taking off my top. He didn’t comment on the bra I wore and how it had to hold up my heavy breasts. He gazed at them with such intensity I swore the bra would melt at his stare. “I’ve been waiting to hold you beautiful girls,” he spoke to my breasts, as he unclasped the front. They fell in front of me, and he was there to hold them, while he groaned in happiness.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, all mine. Shit, Emm, I’m gonna come in my pants, right now.”

I wasn’t a crier but, hell, did it feel good to have a guy tell me how much he loved my body? The stubble on his cheek grazed my sensitive nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. The barbell clicked against his teeth and I grabbed his hair, pushing his facefurther into my chest, like he could take the whole thing in his mouth.

“Easy, or I’m gonna hump your leg,” he mumbled, and I laughed.

He traced my nips and bit between the two breasts; biting hard

Unlike most men, he didn’t only care for my curves, he relished my thick thighs and my large breasts. He buried himself in them and touched every single inch of my body as he worshiped, kissed, nipped me.

He released his grip, yet rather than undressing me further, he focused solely on my ample chest. With a feverish intensity, he traced his fingertips along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of mixed pleasure with a hint of pain, as he gently sank his teeth into my flesh, imprinting his ownership upon my breasts.

The teeth marks, the hickies and scratches, and the pain that came with them, all raised my pleasure higher. I wanted more; I wanted to see him and I wanted to touch him.

He took a hard bite around my throat. I squealed out in pain, arching my back. He paused, staring to check if I was okay, but the only word that would escape me was,more.

More bites, more scratches. Hell, I wanted him to slap my skin and leave marks, and if there was a next time, maybe I would tell him all my fantasies because it seemed like he was more in tune with my body than anyone else ever was.

“Perfect; every inch of you. I haven’t even thrown you on the bed, yet.” He lowered himself and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt his prominent erection and my mouth watered.

Oh shit, he was large. Dare I say, he could surpass The Prolapser.

I gyrated my hips, rubbing my pussy across his cock, and he sucked on my neck hard. “Princess, you can’t be doing that, yet.”

“Why is there a schedule?” I giggled.

He laid me down on the bed, my breasts bouncing as he crawled on top of me and planted a sweet kiss on my lips.

“As crazy as it sounds, yes, there is a schedule,” he curled his lip into a smile. “And I’m very particular in what order I have my meal.”

I shook my head, rubbing one of the bruises he’d left on my chest. “You’re crazy.”

He chuckled, “I’ve been told that a time or two.”

Chapter Seventeen

Locke

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