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“One more thing.”

“Love,” I gasped. “I love you. I always have.”

“I know. I love you too, baby.” He groaned and drove into me again. “And I fucking love the way you squeeze me with this pussy,” he went on, voice hoarse with lust. “So fucking wet but so fucking tight.”

He pumped harder behind me, fingers digging into my hips as he held me firmly in place. I was completely at his mercy, legs spread wide, pussy fiercely claimed by his cock.

He slid in and out relentlessly, hitting the same spot inside me each time, sending me closer and closer to the cliff’s edge of an orgasm. “Mason,” I moaned. “I need to come.”

“Ask permission first,” he demanded.

“Please!” I cried out. “Please let me come!”

He ruthlessly slammed inside me again, and one hand snaked around me and moved to my clit. “Come, baby girl.”

One strum of a fingertip was all it took to push me to my breaking point. My breathing turned erratic as I fell apart on Mason’s cock, saturating him with even more of my juices, and I screamed so loud that the room echoed with my cries.

Mason kept thrusting as my climax tore me apart. When my muscles stopped clamping down on him with all their wild contractions, he shuddered and groaned, finding his own release deep inside me.

He spun me around and kissed my nose, forehead dropping to mine. “I really do love you, Jolie,” he said softly, cupping either side of my face in his hands. “I know it’s crazy. After how bad we started out and everything I’ve done to you… we should be a fucking disaster. But I love you so fucking much. I’ll never stop.”

My heart swelled. “I know,” I said, voice scarcely above a whisper. I sniffed, holding back my tears. “I love every single part of you. The good and the bad. And all those parts you think are flawed… they’re perfect to me. I’ll never love anyone else the way I do you and I’ll never want anyone else the way I want you. So the past doesn’t matter. All that matters is what we do now. How we love each other now.”

He pulled me into a tight hug. “I promise I’ll never hurt you again,” he muttered. “Not like before. I’ll never let anyone else hurt you either.”

I smiled against his chest, heat flushing through my body. “I know,” I said. “I think you proved that when you tracked me down in the middle of nowhere and killed a hundred guys for me.”

He stroked my hair. “I would’ve come for you even if you hated me. Even if you didn’t forgive me for the past,” he murmured. “I’ll always come for you.”

“I hope so,” I said in a coy tone, arching a brow as I pulled back.

He grinned and slapped me on the ass. “Naughty girl. You had to go and make it dirty, didn’t you?”

I giggled. “I know you’re not really complaining about that,” I replied, tilting my head to the side.

His grin widened. “No, I’m not complaining at all,” he said, dark eyes twinkling. He wrapped his arms around me again, clasping his hands at the small of my back. “Now… let’s get the hell out of here, baby girl. Let’s go home.”

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