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The first of many, as I motion my hips forward and slip inside her walls.
Taylor nearly screams at my sudden penetration, but the sound gets choked in the back of her throat. I grunt aloud against her breast, finding it unbelievably difficult to control myself while her tight walls squeeze around my shaft.
My free hand makes it to her hip, squeezing tightly around it while I steady myself from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body. Every muscle fiber in my body feels like it’s about to explode. My body suddenly becomes heavy, hard to keep upright, and I almost collapse on top of her.
I cannot believe this reaction is from just one fucking pump.
I press my hips down, driving as much of myself into Taylor as I can. She gasps and splutters, her body shakes against mine. Still, I hold her in place. Locked in my hands, under my chest. Mine to do with as I please, and pleasing her is exactly what I want to do. I steady myself inside her warmth. Twitching and throbbing against her tight walls.
“You feel so good,” Taylor says, noticing my delay. “Stretching me out, splitting me in two, don’t fucking stop.”
Her words flick a switch in my head. I can’t control myself, thrusting my hips back and forth in agonizing bliss. Each stroke, forcing Taylor and I closer to the edge.
Before long, we find our groove. Bound by my hand, she uses what motion she can to extract every ounce of pleasure she canget out of me. She rolls her hips in time with my thrusts, until our bodies slam together slapping in delight.
“I want you to say it,” the words barrel out of me. A statement so out of place, narrow-eyed confusion takes hold of her face. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
After having a taste of this pussy, I won’t fucking share it with anyone.
“I’m . . . yo . . . yours,” she stutters the words out. Hard to do when I’m slamming every inch of myself into her without stop.
“Again,” I demand. We’re not done here, until I’m satisfied.
Until she knows it’s true. Believes it to her core.
“I’m yours,” she manages to speak without fault this time. “All yours. My pussy, my body, every damn thing. Yours, and yours alone.”
A feverish moan fights its way deeply out of her as she reaches her second, or third, or fourth orgasm. I lost count.
I can’t stop myself, can’t hold back, no matter how hard I try.
Squeezing her wrists tighter, I fall forward and kiss her passionately with my last few thrusts. Roaring my moans into her mouth, my balls tighten as I near release.
“Mine,” I repeat. A statement, not a question.
And with the word, I explode inside of Taylor. She gasps at the foreign sensation of my hot sticky seed flooding her womb, and in my moment of euphoric release, manages to slip out of my grip.
Her hands snap to my face, cupping both cheeks in her palms while she kisses me. Holding me. Staking her claim, the way I had moments ago.
And we stay like this, for a while. If it were up to me, I’d stay here forever.
But, after all, this is only the beginning.
Taylor’s mine.
I’m hers.
And nothing will ever change that.
EPILOGUE
Taylor
Six Months Later
We’re standing in front of a door. Just the two of us, the way I like it best.
“I still can’t believe it,” I say, staring at an enormous diamond weighing my left hand down.
