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“Oh,” was all I could think to say. That was ominous as hell, and it bothered me.
“It’s not what you’re thinking,” he stated as if he plucked my brain again.
“Mmm,” I hummed, settling back further against him.
“Don’t start that shit, Addy. I’m not trying to get rid of you, fuck I’m never getting rid of you.”
I turned my head to look at him again. “Never?”
He regarded me silently for a few seconds before leaning in and kissing me, slipping his hand the rest of the way down my stomach to cup my pussy.
My legs spread on their own accord, need already blossoming between them. He hadn’t attempted to fuck me once, even with his pussy statement. The last time he was inside me was nearly five days ago, and felt far too long.
“Not ever,” he finally replied, pushing to fingers inside me, twisting them to stretch me.
“Zane,” I sighed on a moan, spreading my legs further.
Beneath me, I felt his cock grow hard through his sweats.
I reached back, feeling the solid outline and making my way beneath his waistband as his fingers worked.
“You’re fucking dripping already, princess,” he mumbled, kissing the side of my neck as he added a third finger.
I whimpered, slightly lifting my hips. Pulling his cock free, I shoved his arm, forcing his fingers out of me so I could flip around. I grinned at the surprise on his face as I lowered my face between his thighs, sucking his cock into my mouth.
I’d never done this before—but how hard could sucking dick be? It turns out, it’s a vigorous workout for one's jaw.
The few curses he let slip as I took him down to the back of my throat, pulled out, and teased his piercing with my tongue, repeatedly. I think I did fine.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, taking control and forcing me to bob and down—fucking my throat.
I gagged, and he thrust himself deeper, a masculine moan sending a rush of fluid right between my legs.
I gripped his thigh with one hand, and his saliva slickened base with the other, jerking him while he thrust. I’d intended to swallow every bit of come that shot down my throat.
He ripped me away by the roots of my hair and forced me onto my back before I could fully swallow. My roots tingled from the sharpness of his grip.
He didn’t let them go as he lined himself up and slammed inside me. I swallowed a hiss of pain, expelling it on a moan as he ground his hips against mine, settling as deep inside my pussy as he was able.
He didn’t give me any time to adjust, driving me into his mattress with every thrust.
I would never get over the stretch, the delicious burn as he roughly took me—the overwhelming sensation as he filled me to capacity and fucked me as if he hated me.
The way his muscles flexed beneath my fingertips had me digging my fingers into his back. A hand wrapped around my throat, grip growing tighter as I told him to fuck me harder.
“You’re mine,” he growled in my ear, reaffirming what I had come to accept already. His piercing began to hit my G-spot, and his name became an uninhibited moaned chant.
He braced his arms on either side of my head, and I wrapped my legs around him. We stared at one another the feeling inside my chest doubling.
The orgasm was unexpected, sweeping over me as his cock bottomed out. I became limbless under him, letting him do whatever he wanted until he finished, cock buried fully inside me.
I needed to get on some contraceptive since he didn’t seem inclined not to make babies.
He didn’t pull out, turning onto his side instead and taking me with him.
I shut my eyes, taking a few minutes to get my bearings. “I’m going to miss you,” I boldly stated, finding myself right where we started, him hovering over me between spread thighs.
“Don’t miss me, miss us.”
