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“Charlotte—” Ali choked out between moans.

Understanding struck. Charlotte withdrew and flipped her onto her stomach, hoisting her hips high. Before Ali could fully orient, Charlotte buried herself in her again, setting a bruising pace. Skin met skin as Ali rocked back to meet each drive of Charlotte’s hips.

Charlotte slowed, pulling out of Ali’s reach, taking just a moment to catch her breath. “You’re insatiable.”

“Please, Charlotte,” Ali breathed.

Charlotte trailed a hand over the curve of her ass and up her spine, nails raking back down. Red lines bloomed beneath her touch.

Something primordial laced her tone.

“Beg,” Charlotte said. “Be good and beg me to fuck you.”

Ali gasped, shattered on a breathless moan as Charlotte teased her entrance again.

“Please, Charlotte. Please, fuck me.”

A crack rang sharp as Charlotte’s hand struck her ass, tearing a startled yelp from Ali, more shock than pain.

“Fuck! Please,” Ali pleaded breathlessly. “I’ll be so, so good. I have been so good.”

Charlotte’s hand landed again on the opposite cheek. Ali groaned at the sting.

“I need you to take me, Charlotte, please.”

Fuck. Those words splintered something inside her. Heat flooded Charlotte’s veins, molten and untethered.

“You need me to claim you,” Charlotte rasped as she lined herself up. “Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes,” Ali gasped, toes flexing as she gripped the sheets. “I’m yours. Please.”

Those words sent a shiver down her spine.

A swift thrust forward and she buried herself deep, drawing a wrecked moan from Ali. Charlotte withdrew only to slam back in, hands locked around her hips, pulling Ali back into every powerful thrust.

Ali chanted and moaned beneath her. The toy slid in and out as Charlotte pushed her toward the breaking point, a star about to collapse.

“Touch yourself,” Charlotte growled.

Her grip tightened on Ali’s hips, hard enough to leave little bruises behind as evidence. The thought of perfectly shaped bruises and the claim they declared sent a dark thrill through Charlotte.

Ali obeyed, fingers slipping between her thighs, stroking herself as her cheek pressed into the mattress. Charlotte ran her hand down her spine to tangle within damp hair.

Then her body seized, the air catching in her throat as she shattered in an ephemeral release.

Charlotte’s thrusts gentled, working Ali through her orgasm. Every whisper of praise sent aftershocks rippling beneath her skin.

Ali melted, her muscles heavy with delight, weakened beyond hope of recovery.

Charlotte eased out with a wet sound. Ali collapsed forward, breathing hard while Charlotte sprawled out beside her, sucking down air as the burn in her muscles ebbed away.

Her fingers fumbled with the straps.

Ali’s head popped up. “Not done.”

“Oh?” Charlotte inquired, hands stilling as she took in the rise and fall, the blissed out expression. Charlotte lifted up on an elbow to hover over her. “You look utterly spent to me.”

“You had your way with me,” Ali panted, willing strength back into her limbs. “Now it’s my turn.”