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Sinking in all the way to the hilt, I rip her ankle down then lift her wrists off the nail, keeping us locked together. She straddles me and wraps her bound hands around my neck. Gripping her ass, I fuck her up against the wall. Her breasts bounce seductively, making me desperate to taste them again, so I suck a nipple into my mouth, our bodies slamming into each other, our skin slick with sweat.

“R-o-g-a-nnnn,” she cries, her voice bouncing with each thrust. I bite her nipple, and she cries out, her cunt squeezing me.

“Come for me,” I growl, popping off her nipple. “Come. Now. Cover my dick with your cream, Hellcat.”

Her head lolls back, her breasts in my face, and her body goes rigid. Rory yells, coming hard on my cock, but now it’s my turn.

Lifting her off my neck, I walk to the couch and set her down before I drape her body over the back of it. With her ass up, I kick her legs apart and spread her swollen cunt, appreciating the cum coating her, and then I watch as my cock disappears inside her.

Gripping her shoulders, I pound into her, seeing her tight ass jiggle with each penetration. “And this fucking ass,” I growl. “So fucking perfect, striped with my marks. I hope you think about me when you try to sit and remember who made you come so fucking hard you saw stars.” I spank her, the sound going straight to my cock. “Who made you come, Hellcat? Say it.”

“You,” she rasps, and I pick up speed, pounding into her slippery cunt.

“Louder,” I growl.

“Rogan!” she cries as I grip her hair and pull her up, bringing her back against my chest. Grabbing her breasts in my hands, I pinch her nipples and fuck her at a blinding pace until my balls tighten and I explode inside her.

“Fuck,” I grit out, pumping through my release until my legs are shaking and I collapse on top of her back.

We rest for a moment, surrounded by the sounds of heavy breathing. “Rogan, that was—”

“Shh,” I interrupt. “Let the feeling speak for itself.” I kiss her shoulder, then stand up and scoop her into my arms. She raises her chin, her eyes fixed on my lips, so I lower my head and kiss her like a woman deserves to be kissed.

Lovingly.

Gently.

I let her know I see her for who she is and not what she can be. I might have set out to learn all there is to know about this woman, but instead, I’m finding things out about myself that I never knew.

I can lower my walls.

I can lose control.

I don’t have to be fucking perfect all the time.

I pull off her lips and run my nose over hers. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

I set her down on wobbly legs, and she lifts her bound hands up shyly, as if she’s unsure if I’ll release her. I have to admit, the thought is enticing.

Grinning, I free her, and she rubs her wrists as I clean myself with my boxer briefs before slipping my pants back on.

“You’ll wear my shirt to go home,” I order, holding it out, “and nothing else. I want you to sit that bare, wet cunt on my seat so I can see it on the drive home.”

She grins seductively and takes the shirt from my hands before pulling it over her body. It’s big on her and hits her mid-thigh. “Come on, baby, let’s get in the car. You must be starving.”

“Only for you,” she responds, but then her eyes widen in surprise, and her mouth forms an O as if she can’t believe she admitted that.

“Come here,” I call, crooking one finger. She smiles and walks toward me, her bare feet padding on the floor as she holds the hem of her borrowed shirt.

I tilt her head up, placing a finger under her chin. “Don’t ever be sorry for speaking your mind, Ms. O’Brien, because biting your tongue could get you into trouble.”

One dark eyebrow arches on her stunning face. “What if trouble just happens to follow me?”

“Then I’ll crush its nose and break all its fingers until it remembers not to fuck with you again.” I let those words sink in, and when they do, she swallows hard. Her lower lip trembles, and a rogue tear drips down her cheek but she doesn’t wipe it away, allowing me to see how much this affected her. My heart clenches as I wrap her up in my arms, and she lays her head against my chest. “You’re mine to protect now, Rory. And now that I’ve got you, I’m not letting go. Even if you tried to leave, I wouldn’t allow it. None of us would.”

She sniffs, and I pull back and kiss her forehead. I move about the trailer to lock up before reaching for the door. “Anything else you need?” I ask, tugging it open. She shakes her head and slips on her boots, which somehow make her even more sexy, showing off her toned legs. I hold out my hand. “Then let’s get out of here.”

The ride home is over too fast, but during the twenty minutes it took to get back, I made her show me her pussy no less than five times. She’d turn in her seat, wiggling her ass on the leather, spread those tan thighs, and slowly lift her shirt.

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