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Nothing could shock her more than the orgasm that built inside her almost at once. She threw her head back when he reached for her clit while at the same time, he used his teeth and pulled down the dress from her breast so he could get to her nipple.
Finley writhed over his lap. His cock grew thicker inside her the deeper he penetrated her. She was mindless with need, blinded by her desire to come. The stroke of his thumb against her clit became harder. She bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood, coming all over his cock with wave after wave of dark pleasure rolling through her.
"Are you going to sit still for me until we get home?" he asked her, brushing her swollen lip with the same thumb he had used on her clit.
She could do little else but nod.
"Good, Little Kitten." He slipped from her and then, as gently as ever, placed her back on the passenger seat. He reached over and fastened the seat belt, then stopped her when she wanted to lower her dress or pull the fabric up to cover her soaked nipple.
She sat that way until they drove home—to his cabin. Her body was still glowing from her orgasm, and her pussy still craved the feel of his cock inside her again.
She had no idea what she was doing anymore.
Chapter Fourteen
One last time.
Jagged had barely parked his truck properly before he grabbed her and pulled her out then carried her into the cabin. By the time they had reached his bedroom, he had already stripped her of her dress, leaving her in her skimpy set of underwear and no bra.
All she needed was one last time to feel him inside her again.
One last time, she kept telling herself. And then no more. No matter what Jagger did, said, or how he acted, she was still going to marry Jeremy because her father still needed saving.
And she was now at that inevitable stage where she was also saving herself...From him.
Jagger.
He spun her around to face the wall, pinning her down with the whole of his body. His cock, outlined by his unbuttoned jeans, speared her butt. His mouth punished her lips in such an uncompromisingly possessive manner that he left her either purring or sobbing.
"You’re really having a hard time understanding the meaning of the termyou belong to me,aren’t you, Kitten?"
"Because I can’t belong to you, Jagger," she cried. "I just can’t..."
"The hell you can’t."
She held her breath as he restrained her with one hand, then freed his shaft from his jeans with his other hand.
