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“It also means you belong to me because there’s no way I’ll ever allow another man to enjoy what’s rightfully mine.”

“I wouldn’t want to belong to anyone else, Beckett.”

Fuck, if those words don’t do something to me.

“Judging from how much cum I released into your pretty mouth, this couch won’t survive what I’m about to unleash on you,” I tell her.

Her eyes are so fucking wide, I bite off a smile.

“Bend over the couch.”

She’s just about to climb on the couch, but I stop her.

“Not over the armrest,” I say. “It’s too low. I want your body bent over the back cushion.”

She obeys.

I come and stand behind her.

“Legs spread apart,” I say at the same time as I kick them open. “Use your elbows as leverage.”

“Okay.” There’s an unmistakable tinge of nervousness in her voice.

I like it.

A hiss of pleasure escapes her lips when my chest presses against her back and my cock slides under her wet pussy.

“How do you want it?” I murmur my question close to her ear.

“You decide.”

I press my hardness against her. “I need it rough.”

“I—I’m okay with that”

“You sure?”

“I am.” Not an ounce of hesitation.

“Hold on tight, baby.”

I slip one arm around her waist to hold her steady, grip my cock with the other hand and position it at her entrance, teasing her tender lips.

“Oh God!” She yelps when I thrust into her balls deep.

“Jesus Christ!” I’m so deep, she’s forced onto her tiptoes.

She’s so fucking wet.

And so fucking tight.

The skin-on-skin contact is mind-blowing—far more potent than I ever could’ve imagined.

I pull out, leaving her warmth, before thrusting deep once more.

She groans.

Because I’m a greedy bastard, I do it over, and over, and over again.

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