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I cup her cheeks. I don’t know what it is about her, but I love touching her, feeling her, kissing her. I’ve never done this kind of shit before, and I actually like it. I reach for her jeans and unbutton them, shoving them down her hips and thighs. When they’re at her ankles, she steps out of them.
Grabbing the backs of her thighs again, I pick her up and walk her toward the wall, pressing her back against it. In one swift move, I bury myself deep inside of her. She gasps, and I press my lips to hers, not kissing her, just holding them there.
As I move inside of her, I moan at the feel of her warm, wet cunt. She whimpers, the sound vibrating against my lips as I fuck her. I can’t hold back. My control is fucking gone. I don’t know how I have any cum left inside of me, but I can feel my balls draw up and my lower back tingle with warning.
“You’re mine, Shawn. Nobody else’s,” I growl.
Her fingers grip the back of my hair tightly. Then she tugs my mouth from hers, my neck snapping backward as her eyes find mine. I don’t stop moving inside of her, my thrusts growing harder and faster with each stroke,
“You’re mine,” she states. “Nobody else’s.”
A growl bubbles up from my throat, and for whatever fucking reason, I love her claim on me. I’m a goddamn cunt, a pussy, and I don’t give much of a shit about it. I’ll be that—for her. Everything she needs—for her.
“I’m close,” she whimpers.
And that is all I need. I’m right fucking there with her. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I grind out. “Come all over my cock. Show me just how much you’re fucking mine.”
She gasps, then her head falls back and hits the wall behind her, bouncing once, before she cries out. She’s not quiet. She doesn’t need to be either. I hope the whole fucking club hears her. They won’t. The music is thumping throughout the whole building, but I hope they do. It’s sexy as shit.
Thrusting inside of her, once, twice, three times, I bury myself deep before I come on a roar, filling her with my release. Her nails dig into my shoulders, into the leather of my cut, and her pussy clamps down around my cock, pulsing, milking me.
Dipping my chin, I press my lips to hers. Hard. Her lips part. I thrust my tongue inside of her, tasting her, consuming her the way she already has me. She tastes like sweet buttercream frosting and vanilla.
She’s fucking perfect.
She’s mine, and I’m going to keep her—forever.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
SHAWN
I roll onto my side and push myself up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. Pushing thoughts of what happened last night out of my head, I stand and shuffle toward the bathroom, where I take care of business, then wash my hands, and that’s when I lift my eyes to the mirror.
My reflection stares back at me.
I don’t know this woman. I’ve never seen her before in my life. She looks almost… happy.
There is a noise behind me, and I turn my head, looking to watch as Elvis makes his way toward me. His arms wrap around my waist, his chin rests on my shoulder, and his eyes find mine in the mirror.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmurs.
“I should go in to work today, but I don’t really feel like it.”
He hums but doesn’t say anything immediately. One of his hands slides up my body, stopping at the center of my chest just below my throat. The other hand slips around my hips and presses against my lower belly.
“You need to take some time off to deal with whatever the fuck your mother and brother tried to pull. Then you do that.”
It’s sweet that he thinks this is an emotional thing. Letting out a sigh, I shake my head slightly. “It’s not that,” I say. “It’s the fact that I’m not making it. My mother and brother just put the icing on the sad sack of a cake.”
Elvis hums, his fingers at my belly slipping between my legs. I’m tender there, but as soon as his fingers glide through my folds, I’m instantly ready for his touch. Spreading my thighs a bit wider, I push my ass against his hard length. I can feel it between the crevice of my ass and whimper, my head falling back against his shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re already wet for me,” he growls.
“Always,” I whimper.
His fingers continue to move as my eyes roll backward. Turning my head, I touch my lips to the underside of his bearded jaw. He grunts at the move, his fingers moving faster, swirling my clit, then sliding through my folds—over and over.
