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Tate punched his hips forward, pressing his cock against her ass. “Love that this is now my ass, babe.” He had all kinds of future plans for it.
She peered at him over her shoulder and snorted. “Yours?”
He put his mouth to her ear. “There’s not a single part of you—inside or out—that doesn’t belong to me. You’re my other half. That ownership is imprinted in every cell of your body. I’m written into your skin, your bones, your soul. You have the same deep, absolute claim to me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He clawed off both her tee and bra. “Now … I’m going to release your hands so you can turn around. Then you’re going to undo my jeans so I can hoist you up and fuck you against this wall. Understood?” He raked his teeth over her shoulder when she didn’t answer. “Understood?”
“I hear you, kitty,” she sassed.
He bit her earlobe. “Watch it, baby.” He slowly released her hands and edged back enough that she had adequate space to turn. He braced himself for impact as she spun to face him. But she didn’t shove him away as he’d half-expected. She snapped open his fly and curled her fingers around his pulsing cock. He groaned. “That’s my girl.” Then she dropped to her knees.
He hissed as her tongue lashed the head of his dick. “You trying to take control?” She took him into her mouth. And as all that wet heat engulfed him, he found it hard to give a shit that she was trying to top from the bottom.
Havana sucked hard, keeping the suction tight, remembering how he liked it. He was right. This was her way of taking control. Her way of stealing his control. And if he was weak enough to give into the pleasure rather than snatch back what she’d stolen, that was on him.
She kept on sucking and licking, losing herself in the act … which hadn’t been part of the plan, but she liked him this way—his thighs trembling, his cock throbbing, his hand in her hair to guide her movements. She liked making him feel good. Liked that he was hers to taste.
His eyes bore into her, hooded and flinty. “Fuck but you look good on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” His fingertips dug into her scalp. “Take more, baby. Christ, yeah, that’s it.”
She didn’t object when he tangled his hand in her hair and began pumping his dick into her mouth. She just sucked harder, humming and dragging her nails down his thigh.
He growled. “Eyes, Havana,” he bit out. “I want you looking right at me while my come is sliding down your throat.”
She flicked her gaze up to his, and whatever he saw there made him thrust faster and deeper. He exploded, holding her head still while she swallowed it all. As he loosened his grip on her hair, breathing hard, she inwardly smiled. Oh yeah, she’d obliterated his control and topped—
He dropped to his knees, pushed her flat on her back, grabbed her hips, and pulled her pussy up to his mouth. She arched, her head lolling back. His tongue did all kinds of wicked things. Licked, probed, lashed, thrust, rolled around her clit—winning him lots of sexual points.
She’d had guys eat her out before, but Tate? He didn’t simply go down on her. He dined. Savored. Purred like the self-indulgent cat he was.
He didn’t let her come, though. Which lost him a whole lot of points. He ignored her indignant hiss.
Licking his lips, he dropped her hips to the floor, his eyes crazed. Hmm, he was hard again. She did appreciate his quick recovery time.
He roughly spread her thighs. “You’re going to get so fucked.”
She went to make a run for it just because.
He covered her body with his. “Oh, no you don’t.”
Oh yes, she did. She curled her legs around him and kicked like crazy.
He slipped his hand under her knee, bent her leg toward her chest, and plunged his cock deep inside her. And she came. Hard.
Gritting his teeth, Tate rode her through her orgasm, pounding into her, relishing the feel of her tight inner muscles spasming and quaking around him. “Yeah, this is where I need to be.”
He might have come once already, but it hadn’t taken the edge off. He was all fired up from … everything. Her taste on his tongue. Her moans and whimpers. Her tits bouncing against his chest. Her scent spiced with arousal. Her slick pussy squeezing his dick. More, the memory of her sucking him off was on replay in his head. Coming down her throat wasn’t only hot as hell, it was another way to mark her as his.
Knowing she liked it, he sucked and nipped at her pulse as he kept slamming into her. She clung tight to his shoulders, and her claws slid out just enough to dig into his skin. Lifting his head, he saw the struggle on her face, and he knew she was fighting the urge to leave her brand on him.
