Page 28 of The Marine

Her moans fill my mouth, and I hear a low growl escape mine.

I tug one of her legs up and her pussy surrounds my cock.

“God,” she murmurs greedily against my mouth. “Oh god.”

“Stop me.” I lie as my fingers work their way under her panties. I know her body. I know what will get her off fast.

She doesn’t, and suddenly I’m sliding through her hot, wet folds and pressing two digits inside her.

“Fuck.” She arches.

“Christ.” I lift her farther, knowing this is so damn wrong but unable to stop myself.

“More, please.” Briar begs, her lips moving against mine.

“I want my cock inside you, Briar. One more time.” I remove my hand and shove down my pants. My cock bounces free, and I take no time in pressing it against her wet pussy.

What am I doing?

“Say no.” I dare her. “Tell me to stop.”

Our eyes meet and the world seems to vanish. There are only a thick unbending need and arousal pulsing between us.

I press my swollen fat head inside her.

“Last chance.” I rasp, carrying her over to the sink and lowering her onto the counter. Never once moving from her lips.

She breathes against me, and I can smell her need.

I lean over, plant a hand on the mirror, and press in another inch.

“Time’s up, sweetheart.” I slam the full length of my cock inside her.

Briar’s body reacts and she arches, wrapping her arms around my neck and crying out.

“I have wanted to fuck your pussy again for so fucking long.” I grunt, slamming in and out of her like a madman.

“Yes, god, yes.” She moans.

I know she’ll hate me after. I know she’ll regret it. But we both need this goodbye we never had a decade ago.

I haven’t forgotten the mark on her neck, and like a predator, I grip her face and stare at the evidence as I thrust my cock inside her.

Mine.

She’s always been mine.

To protect. And to destroy anyone who harms her.

Every dominant part of me—the warrior and the man—is screaming internally as I take out my frustration on her hot cunt.

“No one is going to touch you again. You hear me, Briar Sutton?” I say as our orgasms begin to peak.

She mumbles something indiscernible.

Slam.

Slam.

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