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"You are mine," Law pants. "Do you fucking hear me?"
When I don't answer him, too busy moaning and gasping, he thrusts into me and stays deep inside me, grinding against my clit.
"You're mine. Only mine. This body is mine."
He slams into me again.
"Your mouth is mine."
Again.
"Your pussy is mine."
Again.
"Your cum is mine."
Again. And I'm there, moaning his name as I spasm around him.
He pounds into me, turning my moan into a scream, making the pleasure rise in me to the point that I feel I might cry. A broken whimper leaves me as I hold onto him, my nails digging into his neck. He groans, repeating the same word every time he thrusts into me.
"Mine. Mine. Fucking mine." Then he asks, "Do you understand me, Sophie?"
I give a lazy nod. Then he's moving us, hands gripping my ass to hold me to him while he walks me from the living room to the kitchen. He lays me on the table, and I hiss at my back going to the cold steel.
"No," I protest as he drags my panties down my legs. "What if the table breaks?"
"Then it breaks. I would never let you fall."
God damn it, I don't want my heart to take those words the way it just did. It definitely doesn't help when Law leans over to kiss me again, softer this time, as if fucking me against the wall has driven some of the anger way, as if my nod agreeing that I'm his was all he needed. He begins stroking into me again, slow thrusts as his hands travel down my body. His fingers are gentle on my breasts, down my belly, over my hips, grabbing my thighs.
He breaks our kiss as he sits up, widening my thighs and looking at where he's sliding in and out of me.
"Look at your pussy take me," he says huskily. "Because it's made for me. Only me. Don't you know that?"
"Yes. Law, fuck me, please."
He smirks before looking up at me. "Of course."
He gives me a harsh thrust. It would have moved me up the table if not for me reaching over my head to hold onto the edge of it. I see the pieces of mail fall to the floor out the corner of my eye, hear the decorative fruit crash down, but all I can truly focus on is the way every time Law enters me, he hits a sweet spot that has my gasp getting higher in volume with each stroke.
"Don't stop," I beg. "I'm so close. So close."
"Give it to me. It's mine. I want it."
He fucks me harder, making the table shake so violently, it scares me for the second it takes Law to hit that spot again. Then I couldn't care less about this table because my pussy is tightening around his cock, needing him to go deeper, harder. And he does, slamming into me and making me come with a shout.
His head falls back, and a deep sigh leaves his mouth. A few more short thrusts that have me clenching with each movement and then his head is coming forward and his eyes meet mine. He slides out of me and brings his cock to my stomach, covered in my wetness, and not covered in a condom.
"You came inside me?" I slowly ask.
I don't think he's paying me any attention though, because he's too busy using his cock to smear the last of his cum on my lower stomach. And suddenly, I feel like I'm just being marked in a different way by him. I sit up and push him back.
"You bastard," I hiss, pulling my skirt down. "Did you come inside me just to make sure I'd remember you or something?"
"I don't need to come in you to make sure of that." He smirks, rebuttoning his pants.
"I can't believe I just let you fuck me after the way you were acting." I shake my head. "Fucking caveman, beating your chest like you have to let all the males around know I'm yours."
