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Hannah’s cunt gripped his cock as if it had been made for him. He stared into her face as he controlled his movements, desperate to make her come around him. The skin at his shoulders itched as she clung to his back, a desperate knot of heat building at his spine. His cock grew stiffer, and he ruthlessly tried to hold himself back, needing her to climax more than he needed his own.

“You’re perfect, Hannah. So fucking perfect,” he gasped, his hips speeding up, his control slipping. “Feel my cock inside you? Feel the way you stretch for it? Feel the way your wet pussy tries to suck me in deeper?”

Hannah’s hips pushed up against him, working herself on his thrusting cock.

“Good,” she gasped, dragging his chest down to rub against her nipples as they thrust together. “It feels good,” she mumbled out of her broken mouth, her eyes wide with wonder and her face flushed with need.

“Mine!” he snarled, using his grip on her ass to angle her higher, stroking just right for her to shudder and flutter and gush around his cock as she called his name. He fucked her through it, rougher than he wanted to be, but she felt so fucking perfect around him as he held back his orgasm. Not yet. He didn’t want it to be over yet.

Her arching hips stilled as she stopped clutching him, but he continued to thrust. Her passage was so slick now that his movements felt even quicker, as if he might slide right out. He gripped her thigh, pulling her legs around his hips, urging them to cling. “Stay with me, Hannah.” The pleasure from thrusting into her dripping heat was so fucking intense. “More. I want more of you.”

Her head flung back against the pillow, and her legs tightened around him. She moaned as his chest teased her tight nipples. “Oh, God,” she gasped as he rutted inside of her, every tight slide of her pussy too perfect to ever stop.

He was taking her bare, and the sudden realization dragged his orgasm closer.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, still thrusting as his cock became even more sensitive.

“N-no,” she gasped, the beginning flutters in the walls of her cunt, and her words, dragging him to the edge with her, unable to stop it this time.

“Good,” he growled, feeling her tighten around him. He pressed his lips into her hair, not even recognizing his voice as he gasped into her ear, “Take all of my cum.”

She arched into his body with a cry, coming on his cock again.

He shouted as he came with her. He couldn’t pull back even a little, rocking into her as his awareness narrowed down to the way her pussy clutched at his cock. The walls of her cunt squeezed him while he flooded her, and it was too fucking good to do anything but shudder and pant on top of her.

He collapsed into her arms, boneless and spent. The euphoria wouldn’t leave his mind. He felt fucking giddy and hoped like hell he’d impregnated her.

Then she’d know she was his.

Chapter 17

Diego lifted his head, still dazed but needing to look into her eyes.

Her arms clutched him tighter, her face pressing into his neck. “Not yet,” she begged, and he sank back on top of her body to press her into the mattress. His own face buried into her neck in return.

His lips brushed her there. He dragged the eucalyptus scent of her hair deep into his lungs.

Had a moment ever felt so perfect?

His hands remained firm on the outsides of her thighs, not allowing her legs to lower from around his hips. He didn’t want a drop of his cum to leak out, though that was an impossible desire.

His erection slowly softened from his release, but he couldn’t hate that he was drained.

Her racing heartbeat slowed as they lay together, and her hands switched from clutching him to stroking over his back.

He eased his grip on her thighs, letting them lower from around him, but he delayed the parting of their bodies.

Diego lifted his head again, staring down into her eyes, memorizing the placement of every green fleck.

“You never asked me to stop,” he reminded her, needing her to acknowledge it.

“I didn’t want you to,” she murmured, almost too low to hear, but his chest swelled at the words.

“Because you’re mine, Hannah,” he told her.

The joy in her expression began to fade. The damaged part of her face grew more slack, and he cupped that side, brushing his thumb against the sag of her lip.

Even with him still buried inside of her, she denied his claim on her. “I’m married.”

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