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The thought of her dad killing Jagger overwhelmed her. She stopped moving on top of him.

"What do we do?" She swallowed.

He flinched, his gaze narrowing. "Trust me."

He lifted her off him. She rolled into a ball, dazed at the loss of him. She wasn't prepared to handle everything that was happening.

Jagger got up on his knees. Then, he guided her onto her hands and knees in front of him. He pressed his hand onto her upper back, pushing her upper body down. She went clear to the bed, putting her head on the blanket with her ass in the air.

He thrust into her pussy from behind. She moaned, taken by surprise. Before she gained her next breath, he pounded into her.

Her heart beat wildly, echoing in her ears. The force of how he took her was a reminder of how much he wanted her. The urgency at which he loved her showed how much he worried that his time was short.

She knew him too well. They never needed to talk. She knew. He couldn't hide his feelings from her.

"Jagger?" She couldn't breathe

Sexual pleasure mixed with panic. She had no control and was slipping.

"I've always loved you." He plunged so hard her knees came off the bed. "I will always love you."

"I-I-I love you." She panted.

Held hostage, her breasts flattened against the mattress. She fisted the blanket, unable to move.

He turned her into a desperate lover. She bit her lower lip, expecting each thrust. Waiting for each thrust. Begging for each thrust.

Her body sang for him. Her desire for Jagger was out in the open for his view, his touch. It'd been that way for most of her life.

She belonged to him.

"I'll do whatever I can to never leave you," he muttered, shifting behind her. "Can't leave you."

He slid his hand between her legs and found her clit. With his cock inside of her, stroking her soul, he rubbed the sensitive nub. She arched her back in response.

Instead of pumping into her, he held himself still. All his attention went to his fingers. Those calloused, rough fingers knew exactly how to bring her pleasure.

Her insides curled tighter, and her wetness coated his movements. She moved against his hand, back and forth.

Whimpering, she clung to the bed, unable to stop spiraling. She danced under his touch, making her love him more.

Taking his cock out of her, he slid the hardness against her butt and over her slit while his fingers circled her clitoris. She rocked on the bed.

Her sex pulsated, needing him. Wanting him. Dying for him.

Her core clenched, straining. "Jagger."

His hand left her. His cock left her. At the cusp of an orgasm, she moaned in protest, wanting him back inside her.

The guttural sound cut off instantly as he slammed his cock inside of her. Her toes dug into the bed. He pounded her. The slap of their skin filled the room.

In his control, he orchestrated her pleasure. Her pussy greedily sucked him in with each thrust. Her climax exploded, ripping a scream out of her lungs.

Her orgasm kept going, stealing all her strength until he thrust one final time, deep inside her, and pressed her flat to the mattress.

Trapped under his weight, she violently shuddered.

Fear of losing him returned swiftly. She grabbed his hands.

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