Page 33 of Stalked By the Linebacker

“I wanna do it over and over until you can’t walk without feeling me. Without craving my cum inside you.”

“Oh god!” Her hips danced against my touch.

“And make sure you’re nice and knocked up for me. Round with our baby.” I had no idea where the shit was coming from. But as big and terrifying as it was, I wasn’t lying. I wanted that. I’d never thought of myself as someone’s husband, much less a father, but as I breathed in her scent, her soft sighs imprinted against my skin, I knew. I knew she was mine. I hadn’t let myself think those things, not with anyone else, no one but Libby.

“Oh, oh god, Hector,” she purred. Her bottom ground against me a little faster. All the filth I was spewing turned her on. Got her hot and bothered. It might have freaked out someone else, but with my princess, it was doing the opposite. Because she was my other half.

She was mine.

My missing piece.

Together, it all made sense.

Mine. Mine. Mine!the animal inside me roared, pounding against his chest, needing so much more than some dry humping.

“You like the sound of that, mi vida? Of me fucking you nice and deep, breeding you?” The words teased both of us.

“Yes.” Her sharp intake of breath made me smirk. “I…I don’t know why, I just?—“

“Because you’re mine,” I groaned with a possessive tone.

I couldn’t bat it away any longer. Common sense was tossed out the window.

I had no idea how the hell I was supposed to try to hide the animal she had brought to life, and I wasn’t even going to try. She was mine and I was hers. She’d learn to love it like I loved her.

Unconditionally.

Limitless.

My mouth explored her neck with rough kisses. My teeth scraped just enough against her sensitive skin to turn it pink. To mark her. I hoped to god I left a million and a half marks all over Libby’s skin. I wanted anyone who cast their eyes on mi vida, young, old, man or woman, to know she was taken.

That she was mine.

My fingers skimmed her pussy lips. The ruined layer of her panties didn’t hide that she was bare. Shaved or waxed, I didn’t know, but fuck me, I liked it. Then again, I had a feeling if she had hair, I’d fucking love it, too. It did not matter to me. It was Libby. My sweet princess drove me crazy.

“Your body knows it, and you know it.”

“Please, Hector,” she strained, “I need––“

“Shh,” I hushed.

I knew what she needed. My fingers pulled the gusset of her panties aside. Without needing me to ask, her thighs parted wide, giving me access to the treasure between her legs. I breathed in deeply, trying to hold on to some kind of control, but it wasn’t going to happen. Not when her scent was so fucking strong, so damn sweet, I could almost taste it.

“You’re mine, Libby.” I kissed her cheek. “All of you is mine. And I’m yours.” I teased her slit with the pad of my middle finger with an uncanny patience I had no idea I possessed.

“Hector,” she panted. The sound of my name in that pretty, needy tone made my head spin. Her cute ass rubbed perfectly against my dick, and I groaned into her ear.

“Tell me I can touch you. Tell I can have you, princess.”

“Yes, please!” she quickly answered, and my heart soared. I smiled, nipping at the shell of her ear.

“My girl feeling needy? Very greedy.”

“Always for you. Only for you.” Jesus. That was all I needed. My finger slowly dipped into her tight hole, and my eyes shut at how good she felt. Wet and warm and so damn silky and tight.

“How the fuck am I going to fit inside of you, Libby?” I growled as my finger started to work in and out of her, only giving her to the middle knuckle, not going past the barrier she’d saved for me. “You’re going to break my dick off if I tried to take you.”

“No.” She shook her head against my chest. “I’m yours. You’ll fit.” She squirmed, and pride and so much love washed over me.

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