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“What do you need, baby?” I rasp, licking her lips. She tastes like fucking heaven on my tongue.
“I need you.” The words are half a cry and half a plea. They travel straight to my cock, which is suddenly hard and desperate for her. I strain against her stomach.
“You have me.”
“Do I?” A forlorn look paves its way across her face, and I wish I could assure her everything will be all right.
But I can’t.
And I refuse to lie to her.
Instead of expressing my frustrations with words, I return my lips to hers, the kisses morphing from soft and passionate to hungry and possessive. Ellie rocks herself against my growing erection.
I’m the one who’s making her lose her composure. Not Landon or Zane or Beckett or Dom. Me. It’s my name she’s whimpering, my hair she’s tugging at, my cock she’s gyrating against like her life depends on it.
I swear she’s stealing my soul with each swirl of her tongue. Then again, you can’t steal what you already own, and this girl owns me. I could try to deny it all I want, but there’s no hiding the truth.
I’m hers.
But she’ll never be mine.
I grab her jaw roughly and tilt her chin upward, so I can rain kisses down the column of her throat. My touch is uncharacteristically rough and hard, almost like I’m trying to prove myself wrong. Because when I kiss her—and when she kisses me back—I can pretend that she belongs solely to me. Only me.
The soft, breathy moans that escape her wreak havoc on my thoughts.
More.
I need more.
She’s still wearing her school uniform, and I waste no time popping off the buttons, one after the other, until her shirt slides open on either side. The white lace bra she has on just barely covers her heaving chest.
“Fuck,” I groan, a helpless energy filling me as I dip my head toward her peaked nipple poking through the fabric of her bra. I suck it into my mouth, leaving behind a wet patch, and the hands in my hair tighten to the point of pain. “Say my name.”
“Ryker.” It's a breathless moan that zaps all residual thoughts straight from my head.
“Say it again.” I grab the cups of her bra and shove them beneath her breasts, forcing her tits up for my inspection. Her tiny pink nipples are as hard as diamonds, and I’m almost desperate to taste them.
I swirl my tongue around her right nub as I fondle her other breast with my hand. I tug on her nipple tightly, almost punishingly, and her back arches as she gasps.
“I told you to say my name,” I growl as I slap at her left tit, watching it bounce. A red mark remains on her smooth flesh and only serves to heighten my arousal.
I want her to wear my mark. My handprint.
My cum.
I want her to be pink and red all over and for my cum to drip from her pussy lips.
Fucking hell.
“Ryker,” she whimpers.
“That’s right, baby. You’re with me right now.” Just me.
I push her breasts together and begin to suck and lick at both of them. Her lashes flutter as she moans my name.
My name.
Fuck.
