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“Fuck,” he hissed as his head slammed back against the pillow. Veins were corded thick in his throat, his arms…every inch of him straining like he was one stroke away from shattering. “Stroke me again, and I’ll come all over your hand like a fucking teenager.”

I didn’t stop. If anything, I slowed down, dragging the moment out. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, and I leaned in and licked it off his skin, savoring the salty taste of him.

He snarled something incoherent, and his body surged up again with a desperate jerk. A sharp rip echoed through the room as one leather cuff gave way under the sheer force of his need, the band snapping free as his arm exploded downward.

Suddenly his hand was between my legs, rough and demanding, shoving my soaked panties aside like they offended him. Two thick fingers plunged deep inside me without warning, stretching me open, filling me with a burn that had me crying out and arching off his hips.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled hoarsely, his eyes locked on where he was claiming me.

I clenched hard around the sudden invasion, my slick walls gripping him greedily, and he curled his fingers ruthlessly, stroking that spot inside me that sent blistering pleasure ripping through my core and buckling my spine. His thumb ground down on my clit, circling hard and fast, no mercy, no buildup…just pure, possessive ownership that had my thighs shaking uncontrollably around him.

“Sterling—fuck⁠—”

“Mine,” he snarled, pumping his fingers deeper, harder, the wet sounds filthy in the quiet room. “This pussy is mine. You’re fucking dripping down my hand. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. I was too busy riding his fingers, chasing the pressure, the burn. He added a third, and the edges of my vision darkened, my back arching so hard I almost levitated off the mattress.

Then he pulled them out.

I made a sound that was half sob, half snarl.

“Want something bigger?” he taunted, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean while he stared me dead in the eye. “Ask nicely, baby.”

I didn’t ask. Instead, I lined him up, shoved my panties to the side, and sank down his length in one exquisite drop.

The stretch was obscene. He was too big, too thick, splitting me open, and I loved every second of the burn. I had to stop halfway just to breathe as I pressed my forehead against his, both of us shaking.

“Move,” he ordered through clenched teeth. “Ride me before I break this fucking bed trying to get deeper.”

I did.

I lifted up until only the head remained, then slammed back down so hard the slap echoed. Again. Again. Faster. The rhythm turned almost…punishing. Every downward stroke dragged the head of his cock over that spot inside me that made my vision blur. His free hand gripped my hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. His bound arm flexed and fought the cuff until the headboard groaned like it was in pain.

I leaned forward, and my breasts swayed over his face. He latched onto a nipple again, biting down in time with my thrusts. Pleasure knotted tighter and tighter in my belly, coiling like a spring about to snap.

“Come on my cock,” he growled around my flesh. “I want to feel this greedy little pussy squeeze me dry.”

I shattered, coming with a scream that probably woke the cattle three counties over, clenching around him in waves so intense that curses came out of his mouth in a steady stream as his hips jerked helplessly. He came seconds later, his teeth sinking deep into my shoulder to stifle the roar tearing out of him, his thick length pulsing wildly as he spilled hot and endless inside me, thrust after desperate thrust flooding me until I felt his cum leaking down my thighs.

“Mine,” he growled against my skin in a muffled, wrecked voice, his hips still grinding like he couldn’t stop. “All fucking mine.”

I collapsed onto his chest, both of us gasping, slick with sweat and each other.

I thought that was it, but I was wrong.

He was still hard inside me.

“I’m not even close to done, Sienna,” he snarled against my neck as his teeth scraped hard over the fresh bite mark he’d left there, the sting pulling another shudder from deep in my core. “I’m just getting started with you tonight.”

His bound wrist yanked hard, and the other cuff tore loudly, making me flinch. The iron swoop in the headboard broke off completely, and suddenly both of his hands were free, remnants of the cuff falling to the bed like a victory flag.

Before I could blink, he grabbed me by the waist and slammed me to my back on the mattress with a growl that vibrated through the bed. My thighs flew apart as his broad shoulders shoved between them, forcing me wide open for him, and then he buried his face between my legs, his mouth claiming my pussy.

It wasn’t gentle licks or pretty teasing.

He attacked.

His tongue plunged deep, fucking me with it, curling to scoop out the mess he’d just left inside me, and groaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. I screamed, my fingers ripping at his hair as my hips bucked wildly. He pinned me down with one forearm across my stomach and devoured me like a starving man.