I made a gentle circular motion, rubbing her the way she’d always begged me to before.
Her breath faltered, forcing my cock to strain even harder against the inside of my jeans, threatening to destroy my zipper if I didn’t free it.
Maggie opened my leather jacket, then grabbed my flannel shirt, ripping it open so that buttons flew into the snowy forest floor. She buried her icy fingers in my chest hair as I lifted her to me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and ground herself onto my bulge.
I carried her deeper into the woods.
She moved her hands to my face and held me while we claimed each other.
I set her down. Her hands found my belt and zipper before her feet even hit the ground.
“Tell me,” I growled again, guiding her to her knees.
When she pulled out my rock-hard cock, a wicked little grin tugged at the corners of her mouth, but I didn’t want her to suck me off. I wanted to—no, I needed to fuck her… on my terms—one more time.
I hooked my thumb under her chin and directed her gaze to mine.
As I shook my head, her expression changed to confusion.
“Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” she said.
“That’s right. That’s my girl. Mine.”
Before she even knew what was happening, I fell to my knees and flipped her over onto all fours, ripping her leggings and panties down in the process.
I situated myself behind her, pressing my dick firmly against her entrance—teasing… waiting… just enjoying her heat.
Sliding my hand up her body, I lifted her shirt and her bralette to expose her to the cool December air and ran my thumb over her stiffened nipple.
I nudged the head of my dick in just a bit.
“I need to hear it again, pretty girl.”
A tiny squeak came from her lips before she gave me what I wanted. “Graham, I’m yours. Only yours.” She leaned back and pulled me to her, so my chest pressed firmly against her back.
The leather of her coat was cool against my skin, but where we met—flesh to flesh—it was fire.
Maggie brushed her fingers against my cheek, gazed into my eyes, and tried to back her pussy onto me.
I brought my hand to her throat again, holding her still, feeling her pulse quicken under my palm.
Then she kissed me, and I plunged in balls-deep, buried in my favorite spot. I never knew I could miss something so much until the only access I had to it was restricted. It had only been hours since the last time I claimed her, but I needed her now. She needed me.
She gasped into my mouth, her pleasure building with every heated throb of my cock deep inside her—it nearly undid me witnessing it.
“I’ve always been yours, Graham,” she said, tears streaming down her face.
That did it.
I placed my free hand on her bare hip and thrust long, slow strokesinto her. She moaned as her walls stretched around me, and when she rolled her hips… I thought I was going to fucking lose it.
“As long as I’m here, you’ll never fall into the hands of another monster like that, Max.” I trailed my fingers down her chest and cupped her right breast. “I promise.”
She squeezed my hand over her tit. “Graham, fill me again,” she whispered.
Jesus Christ.
