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I clutched at his shoulders as he claimed my mouth in a deep kiss, my nails digging into his skin. His tongue tangled with mine for several minutes until he pulled back and nipped at my bottom lip. When he lowered his head to suck on one of my pebbled nipples, I trembled beneath him, thrusting my chest up to push my breasts deeper into his mouth. I was writhing in need when he finished playing with the other side.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he kissed his way down my body, swirling his tongue around my belly button before moving lower to flick my clit. “Gonna make you come fast and hard this time. Need your pussy to be ready to take me.”

“Oh, yes! Patriot, please. More,” I panted, clutching his scalp as his tongue slid between my drenched folds.

He shifted above me and wrapped his hand around my neck, lightly squeezing. “Patrick.”

I gulped against his hold, enjoying the slight constriction as I tried to make sense of why he’d said his first name. “Huh?”

“You used the right name last night when I had my mouth on your pretty pussy.” He bit down on the crease of my inner thigh. “I meant it when I said that I want you to call me Patrick, baby.”

“Patrick, please don’t stop,” I begged, already close to the edge just from the sting of his bite.

“That’s right, baby. I want to hear you scream my name while you come.” His breath was hot against my skin before he started to devour me, licking and sucking until I flew over the edge.

My inner walls were still fluttering when he settled between my thighs again, wrapping my legs around his waist. His dick was perfectly lined up with my pussy, the tip pressing against my opening. The metal from his piercing was cool against my heated skin. Before I had time to come down from my release and second-guess my decision, he punched his hips forward and tore through the proof of my innocence.

Feeling pain so soon after the intense pleasure of my orgasm left me disoriented. I sucked in a deep breath, tears welling in my eyes as my nails dug into Patrick’s shoulders. “Shit, baby. I’m so sorry it hurts. I swear I’ll make up for the pain with all the pleasure you want.”

I gave my hips an experimental wiggle, awed by how full I felt with him inside me. “I’m not sure what I expected, but it isn’t that bad.”

“Oh, we can do a fuck of a lot better than not that bad,” he rasped before brushing his lips over mine.

When he pulled his hips back, his piercing dragged against my inner walls, making me gasp in stunned pleasure. “Oh, wow. That feels so good.”

“So good is an improvement, but still not what I’m looking for.” His fingers dug into my hips, and he started to drive back into me, lifting me up to meet his thrust. There was a possessive gleam in his eyes as he stared down at me. “I need you to be as addicted to my cock as I am to your pussy because I’m the only man you’ll ever have. You’re mine, and nobody else will ever get to see you like this.”

With his dick anchored deep inside me, he dropped his head to lick across the upper swell of my left breast. Then he sucked hard enough to leave a mark on my skin—my first hickey. My pussy clenched around his hard length, making him chuckle. “You like being branded by me, don’t you, Cherry?”

Maybe his possessive gesture should’ve bothered me, but it drove me wild instead. “Uh-huh.”

“Good, baby. Because you’re going to wear the proof of where I’ve been for the rest of your life.” He switched his attention to the other side and left another mark there. “Whenever one of these starts to fade, I’m going to replace it with another.”

His words sent a lick of fire straight to my core. I was getting more drenched by the minute, and the wet sound of our bodies slapping together echoed around the room. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, hammering in and out of me over and over again until I screamed his name as I flew apart in his arms. “Patrick! Oh, Patrick! Yes!”

My pussy clenched down hard on his cock, and pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes burning into me as he drove inside me one last time and buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck! Erin! Fuck, yes!”

Jets of come streamed from his cock, filling me until it was dripping down my thighs. But he didn’t stop moving, thrusting in and out until my trembling started to subside. Then he fell on top of me, quickly rolling to his back and taking me with him before I felt the full force of his weight. I pressed my cheek against his chest, my heart still racing. He drew patterns on my back with his fingertips as my breathing finally started to return to normal.

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