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Yeah, it was dramatic, but she was dramatic.
“I won’t leave again.” He rested his forehead against hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You really want this? Want me? Because if we do this, there’s no going back.”
“I’ve been all in since the moment you messaged me,” she told him. The corner of his mouth tucked up in a small grin.
“Yeah?”
She nodded, her forehead sliding against his. “I told my parents off,” she blurted. His eyes widened and he pulled away, but kept his grip on her ass.
“You did?”
“I told them I never wanted to talk to them again.” She didn’t know how it worked, but she’d give up her inheritance, too. She wanted nothing to do with them ever again.
“But—”
“I didn’t like the way they treated you.” He searched her eyes again, his lips parting like he couldn’t believe it.
“You’re incredible,” he breathed, then shook his head. “But I can’t ask you to cut your family off for me.”
“You didn’t ask.” He sighed and opened his mouth to say something, but she spoke before he could. “I did it because I wanted to. I did it because I chose you, Jett. I always will.” His jaw flexed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply for a moment. His hands flexed, and he pulled her closer. The look on his face made her heart squeeze, and she wrapped her arms tighter around him. Gently, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.
“I love you,” he rasped. “Fuck, I love you.”
She grinned as she kissed him again, waiting until he took control again. It didn’t take long for him to flip her onto her back on the couch. Her chest heaved as she stared up at him, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Leaning forward, he nipped at her lips as his hands slid down her body to her jeans. Effortlessly, he unbuttoned and took them off, letting them fall to the floor.
“I choose you, too,” he said, kneeling and resting her legs on his shoulders. “Always will.”
She reached out, running her fingers through his short dark hair. “Just you and me.”
“And Ottie and Sealy and?—”
“And all the stuffies, yes,” she interrupted, scooting further down. She wiggled her hips, silently begging. He huffed out a laugh and ran his hand between her legs. A gasp left her as she arched her back, letting her legs fall open wider. But this isn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want to play. She just wanted him inside her, fucking her until she couldn’t remember her own name.
Reaching for him, she gripped his shirt. “What is it?” He leaned closer, worry creasing his brow. Her lips crashed against his until they were both breathless. Slowly, he pulled away, staring at her.
“Please just fuck me, Daddy,” she breathed, and his eyes darkened.
“That’s what you want?”
“Please.” She wasn’t above begging—she’d probably do nothing but beg him for this for the rest of her life. And she was totally okay with that.
Hands moving to his belt, he undid it and his jeans, wasting no time as he shoved them down his strong legs. Instead of taking her panties off like a normal person, he gripped the flimsy fabric and ripped it, leaving the waistband secured around her waist, but a gaping hole exposed her to him.
He rested one hand on her thigh while the other wrapped around his thick cock. He roughly stroked himself as he guided his cock to her entrance. A trail of spit left his lips, landing on her pussy. The blunt head of his dick rubbed against her clit, spreading his spit toward her opening as he pushed inside.
It burned as he stretched her, but she welcomed it, was desperate for it, and spread her legs wider. His hands moved to her shirt, and he roughly lifted it before yanking her bra down, exposing her breasts. A big, warm hand covered her breast, and his thumb ran over her peaked nipped as the other rested on her lower stomach.
“Feel me stretching you?” he ground out. She could do nothing but nod and breath heavily as he slowly slid all the way in, only stopping once his body was pressed flush against hers. “God, I missed this.”
“Me too,” she breathed, bunching her hands into tight fists at her sides. “Hard. Fast. Please.”
He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled back, then slid forward again, not quite hard or fast enough. Shifting his hand, he rested his thumb on her clit, not rubbing, not doing anything but pressing on it.
“Who’s in charge, baby?” he asked quietly, his body vibrating with restraint.
