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I feel my core clenching, my walls tightening around his fingers. I’m so close, almost

there. As if he can sense it, as if he was waiting for my body to tense, my muscles to stiffen, he suddenly starts demanding I, “Say it.”

“Don’t stop,” I whine and writhe against the wall. He has one hand pinned above my head but the other is free. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his wrist as if I could move him. I groan in frustration though because he doesn’t budge, he’s just too damn strong.

“Say it. Tell me,” he repeats and I feel his fingers twitch ever so slightly inside me.

I toss my head back and forth. “It’s yours. I’m yours,” I plead with him. I tighten my thighs and press my knees together.

“What’s mine?” he asks. His face drops, his breath is hot against my throat.

Why is he doing this to me? Why is he torturing me?

“My pussy is yours,” I groan and I feel his fingers curl.

Yes, yes, he’s going to reward me. His teeth graze my throat. I repeat, wanting more, “It’s yours, it’s yours.”

He pulls his fingers out ever so slowly. I feel empty, incomplete. What did I do wrong? As if I could keep him inside I lock my knees together.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me again. Tell me you will always stay with me.”

How could I ever walk away from him again? Walk away from this? I don’t want to push him away, I just want to grab on to him and pull him in tighter.

“I’ll never leave you!” I cry out and he slams his fingers deep inside me.

“Say you’ll stay,” he growls, pulling his fingers out.

I’ll say anything, do anything so he knows I’m here, this time for good. I know what life is like without him. What life is like stubbornly suffering as you try to make it on your own. I’m tired of being alone. Home, this is home. Not this house, not this bathroom. Chase is home to me. He’s where I was always meant to be.

“I’ll stay!” I promise him, my nails sinking into his wrist. My clit aches, throbbing with each brush of his palm.

“Say it again,” he demands and pulls his fingers all the way out.

I groan in frustration, rocking my hips, needing to be filled, “I’ll stay, I’ll stay.”

“Good,” he grunts and kisses me.

I try to kiss him back but then I stiffen as his hips thrust forward and he suddenly impales me on his cock.

Oh fuck, I think I scream into his mouth but I really don’t know.

All I know is that he’s inside me, filling me, stretching me. He’s so big, I feel as if I might burst. Then he pulls back ever so slow. Only to drive forward gloriously, brutally. My eyes roll back and I swear I see stars.

Our bodies crash together, making wet slapping sounds. He drives so hard, so deep, it’s as if he’s purposely trying to thrust himself through my womb.

It feels different. It feels warmer. Something about this time just feels more real. Chase drops my wrist just as my fingers begin to feel numb. And for some reason, I suddenly realize what’s wrong.

“Oh shit, you’re not wearing a condom.” I pant out as he thrusts so hard my ass slams against the wall.

“I know,” he growls and his lips start to spread into a grin.

I can’t help but look down between our bodies, watching as his uncovered shaft pumps in and out. It’s red and swollen, glistening wet from me.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks and then pushes me up until I’m standing on the tip of my toes. “Because I’ll stop, but I really don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?” I gasp and he slams into me really hard. Oh my god, there’s so much pressure. It feels so good.

He groans out, “Fuck no.”

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