Page 4 of Rousing Renee

“Good.” She rode me slower, hitting that spot in her pussy that made me see stars.

“You weren’t lying about making it quick,” I grunted, fully back into the moment.

“No, Sir,” she whined.

“Good girl.” Very fucking good girl.

She bounced on me hard, fucking me so right my toes curled into the bed. She did this swirl thing with her hips, arched into me, and rocked as she came down on me. I couldn’t breathe without feeling like I was about to explode inside her. Words? I didn’t know where they were. She was sticky good, sucking me up into her and clenching me tight. Was this about her or me? Because it was my head that was dizzy and drunk off her. The muscles in my stomach clenched, and I curled up, trying to fight the orgasm that was pulling me under.

“Damn, E…” she moaned. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip in that way that let me know she was close. “I swear you’re the best I’ve ever had. Cock this good doesn’t just come around often. You’re going to put a ring on me one day, right?”

“Yeah…” Hell yeah.

“Right?” she mewled.

“Fuckin’ right,” I growled low in my chest.

“I’m yours?” she asked right before her thighs trembled.

“Are you about to come?” My voice was raspy in the zone, conveying to her that the tingling in my balls was spreading through my groin.

“Oooh, yes! Tell me I’m yours, please, E. Please!” Her entire body shook as she waited for my response.

“Mmm…” When she got all possessive and needy like this, it did something to me. “Ask nicely.”

Usually, she’d beg. But today…

She spread her legs and stroked her cunt. Making her entire body vibrate its need for me.

“Tammy, chill…” I swallowed, searching for willpower.

“Tsss…” The noise came at the same time she moved her fingers faster against her clit. Teasing the little bitch between her legs and making her sopping wet. She didn’t come, though. She knew better. However, the torture was on me.

Each quake and quiver pulled me closer to that final moment.

“Little brat…” I choked out.

She squirt around me, still holding back what she could.

“Fuck!” I shouted so loud I startled us both. It only lasted a moment, and then I rolled us over so I could fuck her little ass back into submission.

Her fingers didn’t stop, but now she was taking the brunt of my aggression as well as the territorialism she’d awakened inside me.

“Who in the fuck else would you belong to?” I bucked inside her, not caring that I could feel the back of her pussy.

“Too… much!” she screamed. But her body wrapped around me in approval.

“Who else can make you feel this fucking good? Huh? Huh?” I grumbled my approval when her arms pulled me down so she could feel all of my body on hers. She held on tightly as I pushed her past her limits. “You tell me… who do you belong to? Who makes you feel this fucking free?”

“You, E!” And just like that, she came. “No! I’m sorry. I’m so so so so sorry!”

Because she didn’t have permission. I spanked her ass as we both came, hurting her more and more as we flew. She’d be bruised for sure. But the harder my hand connected with the skin on her butt, the more her body shook. Orgasm after orgasm.

“Yours, E. Yours!” she kept repeating.

The bliss that exploded behind my eyes told me everything I needed to know. She was the one. The connection was everything I needed.

Except… something held me back from asking her to marry me. Everything felt exactly the way it should, but a nagging feeling always kept me from doing it. I never could explain what it was. And until I could figure it out, I couldn’t propose. I already had the ring.

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