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This was mine. All of it. Her body, her sounds, her mind. One day, I’d marry her—not for romance, but to brand her. To make it clear to the world that she belonged to me. No other man would look at her the same again once she wore my ring. They’d know what she was.
My woman. My fuck toy. My future.
And if anyone dared to forget that, I’d remind them. Callie was going to carry my name, my child, and every filthy memory I carved into her body.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight, Callie. And you’ll fall asleep with my cock still inside you,” I murmured, letting it glide through her slick folds until she gasped.
“Are you malfunctioning?” she asked, her tone bratty, but her body desperate for me.
She wasn’t a brat at all, but I loved that she felt comfortable enough to push my buttons. No fear. Just pure, smart-mouthed temptation in my home, dripping for me. I pressed forward slowly, letting the head of my cock part her, savouring the way she twitched and arched, breath hitching on every inch.
“What were you saying?” I asked, pushing deeper.
She was hot, wet, and so deliciously tight that it knocked the breath from my lungs.
Every time I sank into her, it felt like coming home.
She didn't speak, but she moaned when I pulled back. Her slick coated my dick.
She was ready.
When I didn’t give her my cock, she glanced over her shoulder, eyes dark with impatience.
I slid my palms over her arse cheeks, up along her waist, skimming her ribs until I cupped her breasts—heavy and all mine.
“Beg for it,” I murmured, gently massaging the soft flesh until her swollen little buds began to harden again beneath my touch.
She knew what I wanted to hear.
“You’re so big—too big—but I want it. I want everything. Stretch me open. Ruin me again. Teach me what it means to be yours, sir,” she said, wincing as she arched her back and pushed her arse toward me—begging with her mouth, her body, her need.
I pushed my thumb into her slick hole, rotating it before dragging it up to her arsehole. An unexplored territory. I doubted the two fools that came before me touched her here.
Her body tensed but she said nothing.
I massaged the rough skin with the pad of my thumb, teasing and waiting.
“I’m yours, sir. Use me. All of me,” she cried.
I pushed my thumb into her slick hole, rotating it slowly before dragging it up to her arsehole—an unexplored territory. I doubted the two fools that came before me had ever touched her here.
Her body tensed, but she didn’t speak.
I pressed the pad of my thumb against the tight ring, massaging the rough skin—teasing, waiting.
“I’m yours, sir,” she cried out, breath hitching. “Use me. All of me.”
“You offering me all your holes, Callie? Do you want me to ruin you here too?” I asked, pushing harder until her tight ring began to give way.
I was already thinking of all the stretching her ass would need. The tools I’d use on her, and by the time she was pregnant, she’d be ready to take me.
Chapter 15
Callie
When I felt something wet land on me, I glanced back to see him gathering spit in his mouth before allowing it to land on my arse. He gathered it with his thumb and tried again. He looked at me when his digit breached my ass.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
