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An inhuman growl bursts free in tandem with me pouncing her mouth all over again. This time she doesn’t simply submit. She doesn’t just let me have control and surrender what it is she knows I’m craving. There’s suddenly a brutal battle for the right to everything I want, everything I’ve dreamed about, and it’s one fight I refuse to lose. Breaking free from the war of our mouths grants me permission to take the sexual skirmish elsewhere. My teeth nip at the corner of her lip prior to dragging themselves to the line of her jaw. Littering its length with bites and sucks is accompanied by the tips of fingers mimicking the actions on her nipple. Tugging and pulling. Pinching just enough to have her gasping which is when I plunge my tongue back into the unsuspecting territory. Whirl it around. Rip it out to sink my teeth back into her neck. Arley needily arches against me, nails hastily searching for a home on my biceps.

Triceps.

The instant they latch onto my back whatever restraint I’m holding onto is shredded.

Regardless of how heavy my balls are and begging to be emptied, the only thing I give a shit about is gettingheroff.

Hearing what it sounds like when she’s calling my name.

Crying out that she can’t take any more before proving to her she can.

Will.

My knee brutishly bumps itself between her thighs, wordlessly demanding they open wide, while my teeth mercilessly mark every inch of skin they touch, wanting the world that watches us to know what happened here and what’s gonna happen again and again and again until the day she dies sixty years from now.

Once there’s space, my fingers dip down to the untouched territory so that my knuckles can barbarously brush her clit right over her underwear. Her entire body buckles under the caress prompting me to harshly clamp my teeth onto her collarbone to help hold her up. Quickly, tugging the damp fabric out of the way reveals to me her pussy is bare.

Soft.

Smooth.

The type that typically comes from getting waxed – home or out – another fact she’s never told me.

One I’m sure her ex fucking knows.

Jealousy ripples through my veins and assists in dictating the speed as well as the power of my next movements. How swiftly I slide a finger inside. How much force I use to pump. How steadily I use my palm to bump against her clit, delivering teasing touches that have her panting and throwing herself into the motions.

“Ohmyg-”

“No,” I cruelly bark, lips moving to knock against her earlobe, free hand smacking the glass, “you call out my fuckin’ name and only my fuckin’ name.”

She eagerly nods her understanding on a whimpered, “Yes,Slater.”

“Fuck, what a good girl you are…”

Arley moans again.

Louder.

Headier.

“Can you be a filthy one?”

Her nails claw at my back at the same time her breath hitches.

“Can you come on all my fuckin’ fingers?” Increasing the speed and severity in which I move them is savagely done. “Can you show me how good you’re gonna look comin’ all over my fuckin’ cock someday?”

Another missed breath occurs and just as an arrogant smile slips onto my face, her fingers possessively curl around my shaft. “This cock, Cowboy?”

“Fuckkkkkk…” bulldozes itself around my clenched teeth.

“Will you come for me, too?” she devilishly purrs during her first jerk. “All over me?”

Now I’m the one who can’t do more than groan.

Louder.

Heavier.

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