Page 25 of Edge
“That’s it, baby,” I rasped, slamming into her with every word. “Watch me take you. Watch me own you.”
Her breath hitched, a helpless sound leaving her throat as her gaze locked on mine. Her body quivered like she was about to break all over again, and fuck, that look—wide, dazed, full of desperate need—nearly undid me.
“Don’t close those pretty eyes,” I ordered, a dark smile curving my lips as I bit her shoulder just hard enough to leave a mark. “When I’m ready, you’re gonna watch yourself fall apart on my cock.”
She’d given me acceptance, her love, and opened the door to my soul. There was no longer a single part of me that I would hide from her.
My palm slid up from her belly, catching her throat. Not choking, just enough pressure to remind her who owned every gasp. My thumb stroked over the frantic thrum of her pulse, her body trembling against mine.
“Tatum! Yes!” Her cry tore out when my other hand covered her tit, rough and greedy. I pinched one peaked nipple hard enough to make her jolt, then twisted until her scream pitched high, breaking into a moan that rattled through her whole body.
“Yeah,” I hissed in her ear, grinding deep inside her, my cock splitting her open again and again. “That’s my dirty girl. Scream for me. Let the whole fucking world know who you belong to.”
She shuddered, her pussy clamping so tight around me I nearly lost it, every flutter milking my cock. My fingers rolled her nipples, tugging, plucking, each motion dragging another broken cry out of her.
“Fuck, your pussy is gushing all over my cock,” I growled, the words low and filthy against her ear. “Keep squeezing me, baby. Yes, fuck! Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me dripping down your thighs for days.”
The mattress creaked in rhythm, the slap of skin on skin sharp under the weight of her cries. My grip on her throat kept her pinned. Every sound she made was mine to take.
“Good girl.” My teeth sank into her shoulder before I soothed the spot with my tongue. “Keep riding me with that sweet little pussy. Gonna mark you so deep, no one’ll ever erase it.”
I bent her forward over the mattress again, palms flat on the small of her back as I drove in harder, faster, my hips snapping rough enough the bedframe rattled against the wall. Her body jolted with every thrust, tits dragging over the sheets, and her throat spilling those broken sounds that fed the madness in me.
My hands slid down, spreading her ass wide so I could watch my cock hammer into her, thick and slick, disappearing into the swollen heat that clung to me like it never wanted to let me go. The sight almost wrecked me. Every time I pulled out, covered in her cream, her pussy tried to suck me back in, desperate and greedy, milking me like she needed my cock to breathe.
“Yes, baby. Fucking take it.” Sweat dripped from my temple onto her back. “Grip me like that. Don’t stop. Milk my cock. Greedy little pussy doesn’t want to let me go, does it?”
Her whimper answered for her, high and needy, as I thrust into her over and over. The slick slap of our bodies filled the room, obscene and perfect, the sound of her surrender pounding into me with every stroke.
“Yes, Tatum. Oh yes! Yes!”
I leaned over her, teeth grazing her ear, my breath hot and ragged. “Say it, Callie,” I demanded.
“I love you!” she cried as her back arched, her body begging for more even when I was already giving her everything.
“Fucking love you, too, baby,” I groaned.
My rhythm broke into savagery, and nothing could pull me out of the feral haze driving me harder, deeper. My cock bumped her cervix, and thoughts of getting her pregnant invaded my mind again. “Fuck, baby—oughta breed you. Put my kid in you so you’re mine forever.”
She gasped, the sound sharp and shattered, her whole body trembling under me. Her thighs quivered, nails tearing at the sheets as if she didn’t know whether to hold on or let go. The rawness of it had her breath stuttering, her pussy clamping down around me so tight, I nearly lost it.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I snarled, grinding deep, making her feel every filthy promise. “You’d look so fucking pretty, your belly round with my baby inside you. No one could ever doubt who you belong to.”
Her moan broke high, overwhelmed and shaking, and I felt it in every pulse of her body. Caught between shock and need, fantasy and the truth I wanted to make real.
“Fuck, yes,” I growled into her ear, my voice ragged. “Tight little pussy’s sucking me dry. You want me to fill you? Pump you full till it takes? Till you’re carrying my kid, and every motherfucker in the world knows you’re mine?”
Her moan broke on a sob as her body rippled around me like she was already there.
“Say it.” My hand gripped her throat, thumb stroking her pulse. “Tell me you love me. Over and over while I fill you up.”
“I-I love you!” she gasped, voice raw but vibrating with excitement as she shoved her ass back against every forward slam of my hips.
“Again.”
“I love you, Tatum!” she screamed, arching hard, her body locking tight around me.
“Good girl,” I rasped, my teeth grazing her ear. “Now come for me while I fuck my claim into you.”
