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“Only thing more beautiful than me branding your skin is you desperate and begging, stuffed with my cock, my cum leaking out of that pretty pussy, my name a prayer on your perfect lips.”
Unbuckling the sides of her leather dominatrix getup, I whip it off and flip her over. She won’t be needing that. But those fuck-me heels can stay on.
“That’s our understanding, Ace.” I mount the bed and kneel over her face, shins pinning her biceps while I swipe my twitching cock over her mouth, the precum painting her lips like a seductive gloss.
Her tongue darts out to swirl the head with an intoxicating moan as she sucks and licks, like she’s starved for me.
Fuck, she’s a dream.
“There’s my good girl.” I move backward, resisting the urge to fuck her throat.
She garners too much power from that, which isn’t the current goal. She needs to find strength in me, in us.
My impatient dick bobs above her glistening cunt. When she kicks her hips up to meet me, I swipe through her sopping heat, teasing her into that submission she resists.
“I am the only fucking thing you need, the only plea that ever leaves that talented, sassy-ass mouth. Understand?”
“I think I have what we both need,” she jeers, her fingers slithering over her stomach, lower and lower, until they slink over her finely trimmed hair and dip inside her entrance, grazing my cock in the process.
I smack her breast, admonishing her. “No touching yourself unless I grant permission.”
She arches into the sting. My girl leans into pain. Craves a side of degradation with her praise. Seeks both the savage and the tender. Even gets off in public, knowing we could get caught. The urges she was taught to drown but secretly thirsts for.
A goddamn masterpiece. Fucking made for me.
She swirls her fingers on her clit, defiant whiskey eyes daring me as she says, “You’re such a dick, Graves, but I love you.”
And the earth ceases to spin. Every crack and crevice of my fractured beginning fuses into the treasure of those three life-altering words. Actually, nine. I love the whole damn sentence.
“Yeah?” It’s all I can manage.
“Yes. I love you. So fucking much. So, I’m keeping you forever.” She issues that dose of her playful snark to temper the moment, but that distinction only swells my chest to an inconceivable expansion.
Since I can’t handle much more of that without crumbling, I dive flat on my back, roll her on top of me, and shimmy us up to the headboard. “That’s right, baby girl. You’re mine, but I’m yours. Always. Ride my cock like you fucking own it.”
She sinks down onto me with a unified groan, our gazes locked through every magnificent stretch and bounce, caress and whimper.
“All mine,” she croons.
“All yours,” I confirm, splaying my hand over her throat and dusting my thumb over her pulse point as my focus drops to our connection. “Look at you, sucking me up, taking me so good. Do you see this? See how fucking incredible we look? How we fit?”
She gyrates her hips in an agonizing rhythm, wrecking us both, her attention swinging to the same spot as mine—our perfect union.
“You used to ask me who I was.” Her eyes latch back on mine with a pant. “This is me, Liam. Us.”
“Right,” I husk, my chest cracking wide open for this woman. “You and me, Ace. How it was always meant to be. I see you. And, Jesus, baby, you were worth every agonizing experience it took to get to you.”
And as we both climb to the euphoric summit, a tingling warmth cresting in my abdomen, balls tightening, spine bowing with a seizing current, she sings out my name. And I know.
I’m finally fucking home.
Celeste and I have spent six blissful days together. I’ve fucked her on nearly every surface of this cabin. She’s, without a doubt, seeing stars more often than not. How I intend to keep it. But she’s also deliriously content with the in-between moments—her learning how to shoot, us cooking meals together, bingeing movies, and playing cards.
She always fucking wins. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.
My Ace.
There’s been some heavier grieving periods too—tears for Arnold and Keith, the rift with her parents, worry about Ivy, Felicity, and the guys. Anger about Easton Lancaster and fresh anguish over Ben.
