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I notched my head at her entrance, cursing the fact I was wearing a rubber.I knew all about safety and choice, but fuck me, I wanted to feel her pussy bare.I wanted to paint her womb with my cum.Mark her as my own in some primal, animalistic way I had no fucking right to.

But I wanted it all the same.

I didn’t wait.Didn’t use pretty words or praise her like I should have.Nope.Like the fucking barbarian I was, I just shoved my dick all the way inside her tight little hole, splitting her in half and reveling in the scream that tore out of her throat.

I froze, afraid I’d hurt her.But not my sexy little Slick.She had her hands on my hips and when I stood still too long, the little vixen scratched at me.

“Fuck, Slick.Did I hurt you?”

“What?No!But I need, I mean, move, Bo!Please, I need you to move,” she begged.

Relief, the likes of which I’d never felt, raced through me.Followed immediately by a surge of lust so strong, it consumed me like a goddamn towering inferno.

“You want me to move, Slick?Want me to fuck this pussy?Make you come again?”

“Yes, God, Bo, please,” she murmured.

“Gonna fuck you all night, Slick.Show you exactly who this cunt belongs to.”

Then I started to pump my hips.Thrusting my cock deep inside her, I slammed my hips into hers, rocking the whole fucking bed.But I didn’t care.There was no one to hear it.

Goddamn, this woman was so good.She felt like pure heaven.Like peace and passion.Everything I’d been missing in all the years since I’d run away from the real world and hid out in my cabin.

There was something about Gloria that made me want more than the life I’d carved out for myself.She made me miss all the things I thought I was fine without.

People.Laughter.Sex.Love.

Love?Fuck.No.

It was too soon for that.

“Oh God, I’m close,” she moaned in my ear.

Fuck.

I needed to hear more of that.More of her moans and whimpers.Her throaty little confessions.

“Not God, Slick.Bo.Say my name when I’m fucking you.Scream it.”

And hell yeah, she did.She screamed it.

“Oh fuck, Slick Baby, your pussy is squeezing me so tight.That’s good.So fucking good,” I growled, following her right over the edge.

It was maddening and crazy, but I wanted to consume this woman from head to toe.

As I felt my body drain into hers, I wanted to claim her somehow.To mark her as mine.

I needed to fucking own her.

Because whether she knew it or not, Gloria DeSoto owned me.

And I didn’t know how to handle that, which was probably why I went and fucked it all up.

Chapter Seven-Gloria

Holy Father Christmas of orgasms.

Watching Bo come had to be one of the sexiest damn things I’d ever witnessed.

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