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I want to mark her entire fucking body. I want to see my bruises on her skin, every fucking inch of her, and know that she came with each of them repeatedly, that she begged me for more.

I sink my teeth into the flesh of her other breast as my fingers continue moving through her folds, swirling her clit, then dipping inside of her in an unbreakable rhythm that I know she’s quite enjoying. Her hips jerk, roll, and tilt with each stroke.

Releasing her tit with a pop, I slip my hands from between her legs and lift my fingers to her lips. She’s panting, no doubt close to her release. Smiling, I slide my fingers across her puffy, gorgeous mouth before I slip them inside.

She does exactly what I want her to do with zero instruction. She sucks on my fingers, her tongue tasting herself on my skin. Slowly, I glide them out of her mouth and wrap my other hand around her waist as I pick her up and set her down on the edge of the bed.

Guiding my length to her center, I pause before I bury myself inside of her. I dip my chin and look down at her. She’s gripping the sheets at her hips, her feet propped up on the railing of the bed, her ass on the edge of the mattress, her tits red and marked with teeth imprints. She’s also flushed, panting, and on the edge of an orgasm.

She looks downright fucking perfect.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please.”

One of her hands releases the comforter, and I feel her fingernails dig into the flesh of my shoulder. Dipping my chin slightly more, I look down at her cunt. She’s soft and pink, warm and ready. Her pussy is pulsing with aching desire, and I know she needs to come. I’ve already brought her to the edge twice. I don’t think she could handle a third time without some sort of relief.

“Touch yourself while I fuck you,” I growl.

With one hand on my shoulder, her other immediately slips between her legs, and she strokes her clit. All it takes is for me to bury myself deep inside of her, and she cries out, her head falling backward between her shoulder blades.

Without another word, because nothing else needs to be said, I fuck her.

It’s hard and relentless, her body taking what I give hers and almost silently begging for more, to which I happily oblige. We stay that way, me pounding into her sweet body as her fingers work her clit until I feel her pussy squeeze around me.

She comes with a sound that is more than a cry—it’s a guttural scream emanating from deep inside her belly, and that alone would have been enough to make me come if her head hadn’t straightened and her eyes didn’t open to look into mine at the exact same time.

I still, bury my cock deep inside of her and fill her with my cum. I wonder and hope that my seed is planted deep inside of her womb and she’s knocked up with my kid, making her completely and totally mine—forever.

Tilting my head to the side, I slam my mouth down against hers, and I kiss her. Hard and owning.

Mine.

ChapterThirty-Three

PARKER

Something has changed,and not in a bad way. In fact, this man is different in all the best ways. He looks at me a bit kinder. Maybe he’s even a little softer. I’m not sure what it is, but I’m falling deeper for him with every passing moment we spend together.

He rolls over, wrapping his arm around my waist, and hauls me against his chest. “You are supposed to be sleeping,” he rumbles gruffly.

Smiling, I reach behind me and slide my fingers through his hair. My entire body is sore, sated, and deliciously bruised. Turning my head, I touch my lips to his jaw before I speak.

“How am I going to work with all these marks on my body? You can only wear so many scarves in Texas before people start asking questions.”

He grunts, his hand gripping my breast tightly, squeezing. It aches from his fingers, his teeth, and with need. All the above. Sucking in a breath, I arch my back, pressing my ass against his front. He shifts his head slightly, his teeth nipping my earlobe.

“You push that ass against my dick much more, cupcake, I’m going to fuck it.”

My whole body freezes, which makes him laugh softly. He’s still very much waking from sleep, and his voice is rough and sexy.

“I’m going to fuck it one day anyway. You may as well get used to the idea.”

Turning around in his arms, I tip my head back slightly to look into his eyes. “Will it hurt?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

His arm wraps around me, pulling my front against his chest as he touches his lips to mine at the same time. The kiss is a quick brush of the lips, then he lifts his head, his eyes finding mine before he speaks.

“I’ll oil and stretch you. It won’t be exactly like your cunt. It will probably hurt, but you like that, don’t you, cupcake?”

God, why does this man using filthy words make me want to climb on top of him and beg him to have sex again? He lifts his hand, extending two fingers and slipping them beneath my chin before he tilts my head back slightly.

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