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Her pupils are blown wide, her lips parted as she breathes heavily. She looks like she has a million things to say but chooses instead to kiss me deeply. Our tongues wrestle for dominance as she slowly starts to rise and fall on my cock, rocking easily at first to find a good rhythm.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I encourage, lifting her blouse up just enough to expose her delicate lace bra. I push it out of the way, sucking hungrily at her pebbled nipples. Eden whines at the attention, patches of her skin flushed red with arousal.
“God, you’re so big,” she rasps. “I feel so full, sir.”
“You’re doing really well. Do you like how deep I am, kitten?”
“Y-yes,somuch.”
“Hold onto my shoulders for balance. Move a little faster. That’s it, keep going.” I drop a hand between us, teasing her swollen clit with the pad of my thumb. Her pussy clenches around me, her walls fluttering from my touch.
“Hunter!” she cries out. “Oh, God, I’m gonna—”
“Does my kitten want to come?”
“N-not yet,” she insists. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You already make me feel good, Eden. Just being with you…” I trail off, unsure what I want to say. The truth of the matter is that whenever I’m with her, I feel like a new man. Seeing her smile, hearing her laugh… It’s enough to fill my chest with a special kind of warmth that I haven’t felt in ages.
I’m falling for her.
And the strangest thing is that I don’t want to stop.
I feel like I’m spinning out of control, the sirens inside my skull blaring their warnings that I refuse to heed. Having Eden in my arms, by my side, in my life… It just makes sense, better than right.
The tight coil in the pit of my stomach grows hotter and brighter with every rock of her hips. I’m a wire, pulled so tense I could snap at any moment. My free hand flies up to tangle in her hair as I growl against her throat.
“You’re going to make me come, kitten. Christ, I want to fill you up until you’re fucking full of me.”
“Oh, God, Hunter!”
“But you’re not going to waste a single drop. Do you want to know why?”
“W-why?”
“Because you belong to me,” I grunt against her mouth. “I want you to belong to me, Eden. Say it.”
“I —ah fuck— I belong to you.”
“And you’re going to do what I say, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whines.
“Louder!”
“Yes!”
She clings to me like a raft on stormy seas. We ride out the wave together, savoring the exhilarating crest of ecstasy, followed by the satisfying exhaustion that follows thereafter. I pepper her cheeks with kisses, my chest unspeakably tight.
I belong to you.
It’s not a confession, but it sure as fuck feels like one.
“Stay the night?” I ask her, a gruff whisper. “I’ll get you cleaned up. Find a Band Aid for your knee.”
“Oh, yeah,” she says, puffing a loose strand of hair away from her face. “I totally forgot about that.”
“Is that a yes?”
