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“You don’t what?” I twisted my fingers until she moaned. “Don’t want this? Liar. You’re dripping for me. Pussy soaked, hot, already begging for me, and I haven’t even given you an inch yet. Your body knows what it wants even if your mouth’s still trying to fight it.”
Her hips betrayed her, pushing back against my hand, chasing what I was giving her. I bit out a groan, leaning over her until my lips brushed her ear. “Say it.”
Her voice was shaky, defiant. “Say what?”
“That you want this,” I growled, scissoring my fingers and pressing the thick head of my cock against her folds, smearing her slick across the crown. “Admit it, and I’ll fuck you so hard and deep you’ll feel me inside you for days.”
She bucked against me, torn between resistance and surrender, until the words broke out of her in a wrecked whisper, “I want you.”
“Such a good girl. Smart mouth. Sharp edges. And still”—I kissed the back of her neck, sucked lightly, and felt the tremor run down her—“you behave when I tell you to.”
I dragged the tip of my cock along her slick seam again, her drenched folds coating me in her arousal. Her whole body jolted, a ragged sound breaking out of her throat as I raked over her clit and back down again. I teased her with almost cruel strokes, slow and heavy, letting the fat head of me part her wet heat.
She gasped, hips jerking, and I grinned down at her, low and dangerous. I did it twice more, just because I was a fucking bastard.
“I don’t share, Jana. Not your mouth, not your pussy, not even the air you breathe when you’re under me.”
And then I drove in. Brutal. Deep. No hesitation.
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The second I shoved in, all the way to the hilt, her cry ripped through the garage, high and sharp, her back arching as I filled her. She was tight, and the way she clenched around my shaft nearly sent me over the edge. But there was something else—something that stopped me mid-thrust, freezing me in place with my cock buried balls deep inside her.
That clench. The resistance. The sharp edge of her cry.
Fuck.
Realization slammed through me like an explosion. She’d been untouched. Until now. Until me.
I should take it easy on her, avoid hurting her any more than I already have. But my vision tunneled, and a savage noise tore from my throat, half groan, half growl. Blood pounded in my ears as the truth detonated in my chest. No one else had ever been inside her. No one had touched what was mine.
I curled over her, bracing one hand on the bench near her head, the other gripping her thigh tightly enough to bruise.
“Fuck, baby.” My voice was a rasp of disbelief and possession. “I’m your first? No one’s had you before me? This sweet pussy was waiting for me all this time?”
Her nails dug into the workbench, lips parting, eyes wide and glassy. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. Her body told me everything.
I growled low in her ear, my hips rolling.
“Feel that?” I muttered, my voice shredded. “That’s the only cock you’ll ever have sliding between these pretty thighs. No one else is ever getting this tight little pussy.”
“Yes.” Her needy whimper shredded what little restraint I had left.
I pulled back, then pushed in again. When she gushed around me, I picked up the pace. Brutal. Claiming.
“Mine. Fucking mine,” I snarled, every word punctuated by another ruthless thrust. Her breath hitched as her body tightened around me. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every inch.”
Her nails dug into the scarred wood as she cried out, freckles darkening across her shoulders as sweat dripped down her spine. I caught her hips in both hands and set a pace meant to break—hard, hips grinding deep. Savage fucking thrusts that made the bench rock and shriek across the concrete with the force of it, every slam echoing through the garage like a warning shot.
She tried to muffle her sounds, but I wasn’t having it.
“No,” I growled, slapping her ass once, sharp, making her yelp. “Let them hear it. I want the whole fucking place to know who’s inside you. Scream my name when you come on my cock so everyone knows who you belong to.”
In reality, I would’ve killed any motherfucker who heard my woman’s pleasure, but I wanted every cry, every whimper, every scream. And I wanted her to know who they were for.
“Torin!” she shouted. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
