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As though he was waiting for my words, he picks up his pace. Slamming into me so hard, I cry out from the pleasure-filled pain of being fucked ruthlessly in this position.
“To. The. End,” he groans, punctuating every word with a savage thrust.
My legs begin to shake, and I’m beyond words as his cock continues to hit that magical spot inside me. My stomach tightens, the release so close I can feel the inevitable detonation building, taking me higher and higher.
“Come with me,” I moan. “Fill me with your cum. Gray, I want… I need… Gray!”
A groan builds in his chest as my cunt squeezes him when my orgasm washes over me. I forget about everything and everyone that isn’t us.
Gray slams into me one last time, and while my cunt squeezes around him, milking the cum from his cock, he slides his hands into my hair and pulls me back against him. I turn my head around just in time for his lips to slam against mine.
“You’re mine, Mrs. Black,” he groans into my mouth.
“You’ve never asked,” I pant.
With a chuckle, he says, “I don’t ask for what I already own.”
Grayson
One week later.
Watching my princess sleep over the last six or so weeks has become something I enjoy daily. I often wake before her and sit in the chair just watching, taking in her sleeping form in my bed. Our bed.
She’s safe now. It’s still a hard notion to get used to, given the fight mode we’ve been in for so fucking long.
We have no more enemies. We’ve cleaned shop thanks to the help of Dante and his crew, and now we get to exist without having to look over our shoulders everywhere we go. For the first time in years, we celebrated Christmas and welcomed the New Year without the threat of looming danger.
Zoe stirs in the bed, kicking off the sheets the same way she often does in the morning before her body starts to wake. It’s a fucking tease given her naked state.
We don’t bother with clothes in bed anymore. There’s just something about the skin-on-skin contact while we sleep that eases our tortured souls. I fucking love waking up with her tit in my hand and my dick digging into the valley of her ass.
Instead of taking my cock and slipping it inside her heat while she sleeps, I drag myself over to the chair and watch her, wishing I could shake this fucking urge I have to take her in her sleep, just like I used to.
Gunner fucking took that from us. He knew how much I loved doing that to Zo. He fucking knew how much she loved me doing it to her, too. He couldn’t fucking stand it, so he took it. He took her when she was unconscious. Unaware. In a state of sleep where she was free of the nightmare just for a brief moment. He took her and used her body against her to work an orgasm from her, and then he threw it in our faces.
Gunner’s words fucking torment me. I’m glad Zoe never told me, obviously knowing how much it would gut me.
Now, I fight my fucking obsessive urge to reclaim that part back while she sleeps, wanting her to feel me in sleep and wake, knowing it was fucking real. It was me.
Shifting on the bed again, Zoe’s legs part further as her knee lifts and flops to the side, opening her to expose her pink lips and the sweet hole that grips my cock so fucking good.
Christ.
Raking my hand through my hair, I find myself standing and moving to the end of the bed, my eyes locked on her natural beauty splayed out for me like a fucking feast.
I want her.
I swallow thickly, my hand absentmindedly rubbing over my straining cock before I lick my lips.
Reclaim her.
Take what’s yours.
Remind her who she belongs to.
Fuck.
Just one taste.
