Page 112 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

“Tell me you belong to me,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling and nipping it. “Tell me.”

“God, yes,” she sighed as her body answer his exacting demands.

“Say it, Finn. You’re mine.”

“Yes, I’m yours. I belong to you.” Finn clung desperately to him, willing to say anything he wanted if he’d just cease this exquisite torment and finish her.

“Croft, I need you.”

“You have me, Finn. As much as you are mine, I am yours.”

The rhythm and depth of his thrusts became more insistent. Croft groaned as she raked her nails down his back in a primal claiming of her own. The plunging rod which impaled her repeatedly seemed to grow in size, pumping his seed within her depths, bathing her walls with its hot, creamy essence. Finnscreamed his name and orgasmed again, her pussy pulsing all along his length to support and encourage his release.

When he finished, he held her close and rolled onto his back, taking her with him and remaining lodged inside her. Before she could say a word, he clasped her head in his hands and brought her mouth down to his, so he could plunder in the same manner he had the place where she was still joined to him. Finally, he stilled and allowed her to raise her head and catch her breath.

“Say it.” He nudged her chin with his nose.

“I did…”

“Say it again,” he urged her.

“I’m yours. I belong to you as surely as you do to me.”

“Good girl,” he said, patting her derriere. “See that you don’t forget it.”

“Jackass.”

“Your jackass,” he chided her.

“Yes,” she sighed. “My jackass.” She rubbed her nipples across his finely furred chest. “You know this soft hair tickles.”

“Does it? So does yours.”

“I don’t have any hair on my chest,” she said a bit indignantly.

“No, but that lovely patch you keep between your legs feels like silk against the base of my cock when I’m stroking you with it.”

Finn could feel herself blush. “Do you want me to shave it?” she asked, knowing some men preferred it that way.

“No, I prefer my women more natural than not. If you want to, I’ll do it for you.”

“I’ve only done it once and didn’t care for it, but you could shave my legs for me. I tend to get in a hurry and carve them up like a Christmas goose.”

Croft laughed, the rise and fall of his chest and belly, causing her to move up and down with it. “Then I’ll take care of that for you. I can’t have you marking up my property.”

Suddenly, the pleasure she felt when he made love to her, the tenderness with which he treated her, and the emotions he so easily expressed all came raining down on her, causing her to catch her breath.

“It will be okay, Finn. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together,” he reassured her.

“But you really believe we’ll get him back alive?”

“I like our odds now that we’re together a lot better than yours alone. I just need you to hang in there and have faith. We are really good at this kind of thing.”

“Is this the kind of thing you do for the firm?”

“Yeah, I’m one of the go-to guys. I think the cowboy hat throws them. They don’t seem to think an ex-SEAL would be a cowboy. Do you even know what your brother has on these guys?”

“Not a clue.” She felt him soften and easily slid her body off of his, cuddling against his side with her head on his shoulder.

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