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“My handprint on your ass, my cum inside you,” he said, moving until his erection was against my back. “It makes my territorial tendencies with you worse.”
“Good,” I breathed.
I wanted him to mark me. I loved him.
He reached down and took my leg, then placed my foot on the built-in bench beside us. I looked over my shoulder at him as he slowly pumped his cock while looking at me, open for him. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I waited, transfixed by how his hand looked, rubbing over his thickness.
“Ask me for it,” he said.
I lifted my eyes to his. He had been watching me watch him.
“Please,” I begged.
He shook his head. “Please what?”
“Please give it to me,” I said, not sure exactly what it was he wanted me to say.
“Give you what?”
“Your cock,” I replied.
“Good girl,” he praised, then ran his hand down my back before cupping my bottom. “I jerked off twice this afternoon, smelling you on my fingers,” he said, moving behind me until the tip of him brushed against me. “Are you sore? I’ve fucked you so much that you’ve got to be sore.”
I shivered. “I am, but I like it.”
He pressed inside of me but just the tip. Nothing more. “You like being sore from my dick?” he asked me in my ear.
I nodded and panted, wanting him to do more.
“Do you think of me when you’re walking around with a sore pussy? Do you think about how much cum I’ve filled you with?”
I nodded again, but this time, a moan followed.
“I want to fuck you so hard that I break it. Do you want me to break it?”
I didn’t know whatbreaking itmeant, but I nodded anyway.
“God!” he hissed between his teeth as he slammed into me. “I love this pussy!” he groaned.
His hand slipped around me, and he pressed it against my stomach, then slid it down to rub against my clit. Our wet bodies slapped together each time he entered me. I cried out from the pleasure of him filling me and touching me at the same time. It was too much. I was drowning in the sensation. Climbing to something I wasn’t sure I would survive.
“Feel good, baby?” he asked as he pinched my clit, then rubbed it between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger.
I moaned his name. I slapped at the wet marble under my palms. My breasts swayed with each thrust, and I wasn’t sure my legs were going to hold me when I met the explosion that was building inside of me.
“My pussy. Mine,” he said as he began to quicken his pace.
He shouted as the first shot of warmth filled me, and I came with him in that moment. My head fell back against his shoulder, and I jerked against his chest while my hand covered the one he was using to please me with. His arms held me up as every muscle in my body seemed to give out on me. I shivered again and whimpered as one last wave washed over me.
His hands held my waist as he pulled out of me. I wanted to protest. When we were joined, nothing else mattered. I didn’t fear loving him, I didn’t fear the future, and I didn’t fear the truth.
It was when the orgasm faded and my body felt cold that those things came back to me. Taunting me. Reminding me that, eventually, this would all change.
twenty-nine
dean
I had known she wouldn’t be in my bed when I opened my eyes. She’d explained that when Cam woke up, she needed to be sleeping in the third bedroom. I disagreed. The boy needed to know the truth about us, but Brielle refused. She’d said it was too soon. I felt like she was trying to say she didn’t trust that this would last. That was the part I had the hardest time with.
