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She opened her mouth, and with a groan, I sank into the kiss. But simply owning her mouth wasn’t enough. I needed to dominate her. To prove that she was mine. That I could make her feel more than anyone else ever could. The slight moan that echoed deep in her chest only encouraged me.
My pulse pounded with anticipation as I skimmed a hand down the soft skin of her neck. My dick throbbed against my zipper, begging for her.
She arched off the mattress into me. Full, round breasts pushed into my chest. God, I loved her tits. My hand skimmed the satin skin of her neck and shoulder, then drifted lower until I found the hem of her shirt. I needed less between us. I cupped her breast, her nipple hardening beneath the lace of her bra. One brush of my thumb over it, and she rewarded me with a breathy moan, causing a deep, hard ache in my cock. With a flick, I released the center clasp of her bra, freeing her tits.
I thrust against her, and her answering whimper vibrated through me. She might not see yet that this was meant to be, but with every touch, every breath, every smile, every whimpering moan, I was more certain this woman was my forever. I shifted slightly to lift her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side before I removed her black pants.
She lay against the white bedding in just a thin black thong, her tan skin smooth and inviting. Her big tits with dark pink nipples begged for my touch. She pressed her teeth into her bottom lip as her eyes begged for more. She was fucking stunning. She was fucking mine.
And she was going to realize that.
Her brown eyes scanned my face. “Mason?” she whispered.
“You. Are. Mine,” I commanded. And although I meant it as a statement, she nodded as she slowly wet her lips.
“I’m yours, Mason, so touch me. Take me. Make us both feel good,” she begged, arching up, trying to close the distance between us. I leaned down and ran my lips against the curve of her breast, and in response, goose bumps erupted along her skin.
Damn, I needed to feel her against me.
I yanked my shirt over my head, then dove in again and claimed her lips. Her soft skin rubbed against the plains of my chest as she wrapped her legs around my waist. With one hand, I jerked down my sweats, then I kicked them off.
She thrust up. “Mason.”
The damp fabric of her thong rubbed rough against my boxers. My cock surged, desperate to break free and slam into her tight pussy. She rocked again. Fuck. She felt like heaven. She was wet and ready, but I wanted her begging for me.
The idea of the sweet plea leaving her mouth rocked through me. Slowly, I worked my way down her body until my lips ghosted over the thin lace of her thong.
“Damn, you’re so wet.” I groaned, inhaling the scent of her arousal.
“Yes, I need your mouth on me. I need you to touch me,” she answered.
That desperate plea was music to my ears, and I rewarded her with a long, slow lap over her pussy. Her moan was all the encouragement I needed to continue.
Having her writhing under me was everything. Something I needed every day.
I sank two fingers deep inside her and curled them upward, searching for the spot that would leave her legs shaking. That would have her crying my name.
“Yes, right there.” She moaned, writhing on the bed.
I flicked my tongue over her clit in rapid strokes until her pussy gripped me as she came, calling my name. My chest tightened and the feel of her pleasure coating my tongue. I needed more. I wanted to suck out every drop and then fill her back up with mine.
“Mine,” I commanded.
Her blond hair was fanned out on the white sheet behind her head as she looked back at me. “Yes, I want to be yours. Make me yours, and you’ll be mine,” she whispered.
Her words settled deep inside me.
“I’ll always be yours.” With a long exhale, I guided myself inside her hot body. So wet and ready, she took every inch of me like she was made for it. I watched her body stretch to take me inside. Seeing us linked together made me burn with the need for more.
“Look at how we fit.” I glanced back up and got lost in her deep brown eyes. As if she was looking into my soul and leaving her mark there. I’d never felt like this before.
“Please Mason. Move. I need you to move,” she begged.
I held her there for the briefest moment, then pulled back and thrust hard. Her tits bounced below me with each thrust as she pushed against me, pulling me deeper. My lips sealed over hers, connecting us more as I rutted against her. Something inside me snapped, like a floodgate opening, and my emotions rushed over me. This was more than sex. This was more than pleasure. Her responding moans only spurred me on. Every pound was driving her higher. With every stroke, her pussy gripped my cock tighter.
“Come with me, baby,” I demanded. “Let me feel that pussy gripping my cock. Let me own your pleasure, like you own me.”
“Yes,” she moaned, rocking harder against me.
