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Keeping his hands off her, he said, “Why are you surprised?”

“I’ve always taken care of myself,” Sheridan said.

“Not anymore,” he growled.

“You’re being possessive,” she murmured started to unbutton his shirt. “You know what happens when you get possessive.”

“Yeah,” he said without thinking about it. He needed to protect her, to keep her from the people who hurt her, but she didn’t want him to.

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it. Hands on his pants, she said, “Cade.”

He growled at the tone in her voice, the way she said his name. “Sheridan,” he warned.

“We’re off the clock for twelve hours,” she reminded him. “Twelve. You have that long to possess me anyway you want.”

He dragged her clothes off her, put her between him and the wall. He slammed his cock deep into her channel, driving her to a hard and quick orgasm. “Mine,” he growled so often she thought maybe he was renaming her. She didn’t care. She let him take and take. Her back against the wall, he filled her for the millionth time she thought.

“You’re wrong,” she said pushing him back. His pants tangled around his feet and he fell backwards. She stood over him, looked down on his muscular body, aroused cock, licked her lips. “You’re mine.”

“Sheridan,” he growled.

Her nipples hard tips, her thighs slick with their juices, he nearly drooled. She kicked his clothes away from him. “You’ve done a lot of taking and growling,” she said. “Now I’m going to make you whimper and beg.”

He meant to grab her, put her under him so he could continue to possess her. Instead she cupped his balls and sucked them into her mouth. She didn’t stop until white semen sprayed out. She licked her way from his balls, up his cock, sucking in the sprayed semen. He throbbed in her mouth as she sucked his cock. He moaned, growled her name, cried out when she made him spew all over her breasts. She knelt between his legs, rubbed his juices all over her body, pressed her hand between her own legs, closed her eyes and climaxed as she shoved his juices into her.

“Sheridan,” he moaned.

“Are you begging,” she asked reaching for his cock again.

“Make me,” he resisted, desperate to see what she’d do next.

She smiled, slow, purposefully. She leaned down, nudged his hard cock and enveloped it in her breasts. “Get me dirty,” she demanded.

He resisted, tried to hold back. He wanted to grab her, dominate her but knew he needed his cock to stay exactly where it was. The softness of her, the fullness of her breasts. He watched as she played with her nipples while rubbing her breasts up and down on his cock. He let go, spewed all over those wonderful round soft breasts.

She licked her way up his body, rubbing, teasing, driving him from his need to possess and dominate to excited, aroused, and mindless. “Let go,” she murmured as she licked his nipple, teased his mouth. Slowly, she slipped down his hard cock. A roaring in his ears, a throbbing in his cock, he thought only of her, of the pleasure the heat of her channel brought him.

“Sheridan,” he said her name over and over.

She focused on him. Her eyes bore into his, held his as her body rejoiced in joining. She climaxed again and again and again. The more she shoved his cock into her, the more she climaxed. She took. She took him, all of him. She gave him satisfaction. She let him spew and stream his seed deep into her, until he didn’t need to possess but needed to satisfy her.

He sat up as she writhed against him, mouths met, hands gripped. Mindlessly, they mated, they rutted like a pair of animals wanting only to be connected, satisfied, and filled. She flung her head back, drove him deep into her core as an orgasm ripped through her, wrecking her mind, wiping away all but her connection to him.

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Cade came back to himself slowly. He blinked, felt a weight on his chest, a heat surrounding him. He wasn’t sure where his body ended and hers began. He didn’t care. He rubbed his hands up her back. She was cold where he didn’t touch her. “Sheridan,” he murmured.

“Shhh,” she said.

He was wrecked. He didn’t remember what they were talking about. He remembered being angry, possessing her and then her taking him. He’d taken but then she … “Sheridan,” he said her name again. Their bodies were sticky, covered in sweat and semen. He ran his hands through her hair, it clumped in places. Memories flooded him as he remembered her mouth on him. He lost himself in her, in her demands, in her body.

“Stop moving,” she grumbled. “I’m comfortable.”

“We’re on the floor,” he said.

“You picked,” she said.

“I put you against the wall,” he said vaguely.

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