Page 5 of Triple Power Play 3
She sits up, and the blanket falls. Like the day in the kitchen, she only wears a T-shirt, but tonight, her nipples are pebbled, her bare thighs pressed to my waist. I clench my fists to stop from touching her.
“Why?” she asks. “Tell me.”
I’m in love with you. It physically hurts me to stay away.Yet, the words remain stuck in my throat. “Just sleep. Okay?”
She releases a frustrated sigh and lies back down. Her disappointment is a deep ache in my chest. I’m fucking this up, again and again.
“Aurora—”
I tilt my head, and she’s right there. Our lips brush, and I feel it throughout my entire body, every cell awakening.
Her fingers weave through my hair, and she grinds against my erection. “Please.”
My hands come to her waist. “Angel…” My voice is rough, my resolve hanging on by a thread.
She trails kisses along my jawline and rocks her hips.
I release a throaty groan and grip her ass, guiding her over my length. “What do you need? Say the words, Aurora, and everything changes. You just better mean them.”
“Make me yours,” she breathes.
Three words I never thought I’d hear. Three words I never knew I needed. Three words that turn my entire world upside down.
A whimper breaks through the sounds of the raging storm as she becomes mine, one thick inch at a time.
A sharp gasp, my piercings hitting the right spot.
Her ass meets my thighs, my cock buried deep, her tight walls gripping me like the sweetest oblivion.
I clutch her to me, afraid to let go, afraid she’ll slip through my fingers.
Her lips find mine, an our tongues intertwine. She lifts her hips, taking her pleasure and my heart.
She’s greedy. Her tanned thighs widen, her bare, smooth pussy stretching to fit every inch of me. She takes it all—my skin between her teeth, my cock until my piercings hit deep and she’s crying out, my sanity when she shatters with my name on her tongue…
She’s simultaneously destroying me and piecing me back together.
I surrender to the madness, pounding months of resentment, desperation, love, and lust into her. I memorize every detail, never wanting this to end. The way her breath hitches and her legs tremble. Her seductive scent. Her moans as she begs for more. The powerful wave of her cunt milking me for what belongs to her.
My balls hug my shaft. I grow impossibly hard, and her body tenses with the realization of what’s coming.
She’s not escaping me. She said the words, and I’ll never let go. “Don’t you dare fucking stop now. You’re mine, and you’re taking all of me.”
Ecstasy dances in her half-lidded eyes. “Say it again.”
“You’re mine.” I slam into her. “Mine to touch.” Thrust. “Mine to please.” Thrust. “Mine to care for.” Thrust. “Mine to protect.” Thrust. “And mine to fill.”
Reality pushes in, and I shove it away, holding tight to the dream…and my throbbing cock. I still feel the ghost of her—her heartbeat beneath my palm, her lips on my skin, the weight of her on my thighs, the taste of her on my tongue.
I stroke harder, faster, the fantasy of her cries of pleasure sending me over the edge.
“Fuuuck, fuck, fuck. Shit.” I come so hard, the air freezes in my lungs, my cock jerking, shooting cum over my chest and stomach.
When I’m finished, I collapse into the pillow, gasping for breath, my body tingling from head to toe. My eyelids fall shut, and I see her, those golden, lustful eyes piercing my soul, and I crave her worse than ever.
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