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Like she’s not finished.
Like she’ll never be finished.
I should pull out. I should fucking move.
But I stay there, buried to the hilt.
Feeling every aftershock ripple through her.
Her breath is ragged, her lips swollen, her chest rising fast under me.
My hand leaves her throat, slow, careful, and I watch the way her skin pinks where my fingers had been—the most fucking beautiful mark I’ve ever left on anyone.
I smooth my palm over the spot like I’m worshiping it. Like I just branded her. Because Idid.
I kiss the column of her neck once, twice, tongue licking the sweat off her skin. Her body jerks a little, still oversensitive.
Good.
Legs are still wrapped around me, tight like a vice. Her nails are dug into my back, probably drawing blood, and fuck, I hope they are.
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her eyes are half-lidded, hair a mess, lips parted like she’s still catching up to what the fuck just happened.
“You liked that,” I murmur, my voice gravel against her ear. “Didn’t you, Tesoro?”
She nods.
I grin. “Say it.”
“I liked it,” she whispers.
I grab her jaw, not hard, but firm. “Say it how you said it when you begged for it.”
She shivers. Swallows.
“I liked when you choked me.”
My cock twitches inside her.
“You want more next time?” I growl. “Want to know what else I can do to you when you’re brave enough to ask for it?”
She whimpers, her hips rolling into mine like she’s already ready for round two.
And fuck, I could.
I could fuck her again right now.
Harder. Slower. On her knees. Hands tied. Her ass red with the shape of my palm.
Or with her throat marked again.
And then it hits me.
No condom.
I came inside her. Raw. Deep.
I never do that.
