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I was focused on the way he fucked me. Slow and steady, he touched me in one place and kissed another. It was gentle but punishing. I never knew when he was going to insert pain into the pleasure. It kept me guessing and my mind in it with him. We built up the intensity until our moans filled the space around us. Hearing how passionate he was scaled this moment up in the big leagues. He was expressive and though this was our first time, he listened to my body. Gave it what it needed and more.

I came chanting his name as he stroked my clit with his fingers while he long-stroked deep inside me. He licked from my stomach up to my neck, trailing saliva as he went. He pulled away enough to position me on my knees, face resting on his shirt that was soaked in my juices on the couch, and my butt in the air.

“Any requests?” he asked.

“Questions… there’s so many of them in my head.”

“Like?”

“Why do you keep marking me with your mouth?” I asked as he entered me suddenly. “Fuck.”

“Watch your mouth before I put something in it,” he threatened.

Looking back at him, I dared him with my eyes. “I’m not afraid of that.”

“Next time, baby.”

He bit my shoulder, and I melted into the couch once more. “Cause I’m going to make you mine.” His voice was calm and all knowing. “May as well get you used to feeling like it.”

“It’s barely been a week.” I muttered.

“Years…” He spread my legs wide, creating a deeper plunge inside me. “Waited for you for years. It’s not going to be easy to get rid of me.”

Thick. Ruthless. I bit the shirt to prevent screaming and alerting the entire Ranch to what we were doing in here. Then again, they probably would enjoy watching.

“Hiding from me?” He fisted my hair and pulled my head backward. It positioned me into taking his torture at a different angle, screaming for mercy, and stretching to accept him.

Mercy. Lord. Don’t save me.

Tears streamed down my face. I burned where I was stretched, and she gripped him like they belonged together, and she was never letting go. Crude noises echoed as he took from me. My head swam with endorphins that made it harder to resist him, though I had no reason to.

A week only been a week. Yet, the way he was owning me was as if today was part of our forever. This didn’t feel temporary.

He said he was going to make me his.

The orgasm rushed forward, catching me off guard. A sneak attack that knocked me off my game and into his territory fully. He pressed my face into the shirt, mouth first, giving me a mouthful of fabric coated in my squirt.

“Are you still coming?” he asked.

I didn’t have time to answer as he fucked me relentlessly. He was coming and taking out the defeat on her. The animalistic sounds coming from his mouth made me feel chased and captured.

It’s only been a week.

Yet, my mind blanked out, trusting him completely with my body. I hoped I was safe in his hands.

CHAPTER 11

Ezra

On top of Renee, I kissed her shoulders, breasts, and arms. She’d passed out cold, and I was using my body to warm her up. I had us underneath the comforter, tucked in my bed, and was ready to take care of her.

I stroked the side of her face, admiring how beautiful she was. Something inside warned me about falling too quickly for her. But ever since I’d run into her, all I could think about was our future. I didn’t believe in coincidences, only fate. In all the places in the world and all the people, what were the chances that we’d both end up here, single, and emotionally available? We were both working on ourselves in different ways, but it honestly sounded as if this was the best she’d been in a long time. I would say the same for myself as well.

Talking feels good, teasing feels appropriate, the way we laugh and interact. Not even dating Tammy felt this good. The only concerns I had were ones that made me wonder if we were moving too quickly. Other than that, I had no worries.

“You’re staring at me,” she mumbled.

“Well, who told you that now was the perfect time for a nap, Sleeping Beauty?”

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