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Another shiver of desire goes through me, and I stand up and Cullen moves backwards. I straddle him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him on the mouth. I lift myself up and get ready to impale myself on Cullens swollen cock, but before I can do it, he flicks his hips and we roll, ending up with me on my back and Cullen between my legs looking down at me. I can see the lust in his eyes, and I know the look is reflected in my own eyes as I look at him.

“Twice now I have fucked you and then let you walk away from me. I won’t be doing that a third time. If I fuck you now, you are mine,” he says.

“I am yours,” I reply in a breathy whisper, feeling my pussy clench.

“I’m serious Max,” he says. “This is your last chance to walk away from this. From me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I reply.

Chapter 16

Max

Cullen studies my face for a moment, and then in one movement, he slams into me and fills me all of the way up. I cry out as he stretches my pussy and he slams into me again, deliciously relentless.

“You. Are. Mine,” he declares as he fills me over again with each word.

I feel myself flood at his words. I swear I could come just hearing him say that without anything else going on. I’m not sure I fully believe he means what he’s saying, but it’s so fucking hot and I am more than happy to go along with it, although I hope he does mean it because I feel the same way – I can’t keep doing this and walking away afterwards.

I moan and move my hips, needing to feel Cullen deeper inside of me. He obliges, filling me fuller than I have ever been and then he stops moving, holding me in place with his hips. He leans his head down to mine and runs his tongue lightly over my lips.

“Those lips? Mine,” he says.

He kisses me, rough and hard and fast and then he pulls back.

“That mouth? Mine,” he says.

He sucks on each of my nipples and tells me that they too are his. I am so close to coming now and my whole body is buzzing, desperate for release. Cullen has always been a good fuck, but this is next level good.

He finally moves his hips but instead of pulling back and thrusting into me again, he pushes forward, forcing himself even further into me. I gasp, feeling him against my cervix.

“This tight little pussy? All mine,” he says. “Do you understand?”

I nod, desperate for him to start moving, to give me the release I crave.

“Say it,” he growls.

“My pussy is … is yours,” I stutter.

He rewards me with a long, deep thrust and then he stops again.

“Just your pussy?” he says.

“No. All of me. I am all yours,” I reply.

What starts off as a whisper ends in a scream as Cullen pushes his hand between our bodies and presses down on my clit as I speak. It is all the stimulation I need to go hurtling over the edge and I grip Cullen’s shoulders pulling him down to me. He licks my neck and then kisses me lightly on the lips and then he starts to move, and he pounds into me again and again, dragging my orgasm out deliciously until I feel like I am just a giant nerve ending with no purpose except pleasure. My pussy tightens and relaxes and my clit pulses erratically, letting me I’m coming down from this intense high but then sending me peaking back up again.

I don’t know how long that orgasm holds me in its thrall for, but it is still flooding through me when Cullen presses his face into my shoulder and comes with me. He slips out of me and my pussy clenches one more time and then I start to slowly coast down. I cling to Cullen, and he makes no effort to move himself off of me. I can feel the heat of his breath on my shoulder as he pants and the way he is struggling to get control of himself tells me that he came as undone as I did.

Finally, he rolls to the side and lays on his back beside me and I feel cold where his body has left mine and I feel empty where before I felt so deliciously full. Cullen pulls the duvet up over us, and I am no longer cold, but I still miss the feeling of his cock inside of me.

We lay side by side, still getting our breaths back. We don’t talk, but Cullen’s fingers find mine and that little bit of contact is nice and it’s enough for me to know that while he probably didn’t mean what he said while he was fucking me, that he isn’t kicking me out of his bed right now either.

Part of me wants to ask him if he did mean what he said. At the time, he sure sounded serious when he growled out that I was his and that by fucking him one more time I was agreeing that I wouldn’t walk away from him again. But surely. he was just talking from a place of lust. I want to ask him, but I’m afraid of the answer. He might say no, he didn’t mean it, and I will be crushed, because despite myself, what I feel for Cullen is a lot more than just physical. It doesn’t matter how much I tell myself that he is an asshole. He is an asshole at times, but he’s my asshole and I love him for it. My other worry is that he laughs at me for even thinking he might mean it. Maybe it’s just his thing in bed, something he says to all of his conquests.

Yes, that’s probably it, I decide. It hurts my heart to think like that, but I think it’s better that I accept this now for myself than to have to have Cullen spell it out for me. I’m just going to act the way I always have with him and assume that the bedroom talk stays in the bedroom and doesn’t have any bearing on our actual real lives. I don’t like thinking of this, because it leaves an empty feeling in more than just my pussy and I turn my head to speak to Cullen about something, anything other than what is currently on my mind.

His eyes are closed, and his mouth is slightly open as he sucks in long, deep breaths. I smile to myself. I have worn him out. I watch him for a few minutes, appreciating how hot he is and how he looks younger with his face relaxed in sleep. I force myself to look away, not wanting my staring at him to wake him up. I lay in the darkness, thinking of anything but Cullen’s words and it occurs to me that I’m not going to be able to sleep until I have emptied my bladder which is becoming uncomfortably full. I don’t want to get out of Cullen’s nice warm bed, but I want to sleep and so I know I have to. I sigh and sit up and then I get out of the bed and head for the door.

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