Page 22 of Pro Gamer's Aim

"Scream for me, bunny."

I do.

I really fucking do.

Every time his cock slams home, I scream.

The pain is gone. The stretch has happened. It's all pleasure as he hits deep inside.

If he'd told me to be quiet, I'd never be able to obey. Each thrust comes with a scream from me, and his approving grunts send desire straight into my clit every time.

"So fucking loud," he says, slamming his hips against my ass.

I nearly choke on my scream. "I can't help it."

"Good." He groans, setting a brutal pace that has my entire body coiled up and tensing. "You love my cock, don't you, bunny? You worked hard for this, didn't you? Worked hard so I could fuck you like this?"

"Yes," I gasp, using the arm of the couch as leverage to push my hips back against each thrust.

Every so often he slaps my ass, and I wish he'd do it a little harder.

I never realized I could be like this, and I kind of like it.

A lot.

He's so fucking deep, I don't think I can ever have sex with anyone else again. Not if they can't hit this spot inside of me like he does.

"Come for me, bunny." His order is so rough in that sexy voice of his that I don't even think. My body explodes on his demand, and his control disappears as he slams into my body in a frenzied pace.

The loss of control has me shattering into a thousand tiny pieces, even as he spills every bit of seed into me with a long, low growl.

If I wasn't on the pill, there's no way I wouldn't be pregnant right now. His growl alone would have gotten me there.

"Fuck," he breathes against the back of my neck, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Fuck," I agree.

What else can I say?

My world has been shattered.

It's like being introduced to the thirty-one flavors of Baskin Robbins after a lifetime of vanilla.

Chapter ten

Chapter 10

Asher

The light of morning is harsh and bright against my eyelids. I squint my eyes open, resolving to get curtains up as soon as possible.

Sam's silky hair tickles my nose, and I nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her warm, apple-and-cinnamon scent. She smells like home.

She fits perfectly in my arms, all soft curves and smooth skin. I trail light kisses along her shoulder, marveling at the rightness of it all. Even the weight of Milo curled at my feet feels natural, like this is how I'm meant to wake every morning.

Sam stirs, pressing back against me with a sleepy murmur. She's naked—I wouldn't let her put on a single stitch of clothing when we finally fell into bed.

Tightening my embrace, I savor the moment. Waking up with her in my bed, in my new home, it's like the scattered pieces of my life are locking into place. A sense of peace and belonging settles deep in my chest.

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