Page 50 of They All Own Me

Tatum smirks, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "And you're a little overdressed."

I don't need any more prompting. In one fluid motion, I whip off my shirt and toss it aside. Her eyes roam over my chest,taking in the tattoos that snake across my skin and the muscles that ripple beneath them.

She stares at me like she's never seen a man before, like she's drinking me in. Her gaze is almost reverent as it moves over every inch of exposed skin.

"Damn," she breathes out, finally meeting my eyes again.

I can't help but chuckle at her reaction. "Like what you see?"

Her smile widens as she steps closer, running a hand over my chest. "Oh you have no idea."

The touch of her fingers on my skin ignites something primal in me. I grab her wrist gently but firmly, pulling her against me. The heat between us is electric, palpable.

"I want you," she whispers, voice trembling with need.

"And you'll have me," I promise, lowering my lips to hers once more.

Her fingers fumble with the button of my jeans, her urgency palpable. I assist, quickly unbuttoning and pushing them down my legs. My dick springs free, and her eyes widen, momentarily taken aback.

"Think you can handle it?" I tease, my voice a low growl.

She bites her lip, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "I don't know... will it fit?"

I smirk, my confidence unwavering. "I'll make it fit. Climb on."

She straddles me, her thighs warm against my hips. My hands find her waist, guiding her as she positions herself above me. I run a finger through her wetness, feeling the slick heat. Bringing my finger to my mouth, I taste her, savoring the sweetness.

"Goddamn," I mutter, licking my lips. "You taste delicious."

Her breath hitches as she starts to sink down on me. The initial tightness is exquisite torture, both for her and me. She pauses, adjusting to the stretch.

"You good?" I ask, my voice softer now.

She nods, biting her lip harder. "Yeah... just need a second."

"Take your time," I assure her, though my patience is hanging by a thread.

Slowly, she continues to lower herself, inch by inch. The sensation of being enveloped by her warmth is almost too much to bear. She finally settles fully onto me, both of us breathing heavily from the intensity of it.

"Fuck," she whispers.

"Yeah," I agree, gripping her hips tighter. "Now move."

She starts a slow rhythm, lifting herself slightly before sinking back down. The friction is maddeningly perfect. Her hands rest on my shoulders for support as she picks up the pace.

I thrust upward to meet her movements, each motion driving us both closer to the edge. Her moans mix with my groans, creating a symphony of raw desire in the enclosed space.

I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her flesh. "I know you've got more spark than that," I say, my voice rough and challenging. "Show me what you got, Tatum."

Her eyes flash with something wild and untamed. She plants her hands on my shoulders, leaning forward, and starts to bounce on my dick. Each descent feels like a jolt of electricity shooting through me.

"That's it," I growl, encouraging her. "Fuck, you feel fucking incredible."

Her breasts bounce with every movement, and it's driving me insane. She catches my gaze and smirks, clearly enjoying the effect she has on me.

"Like that?" she asks, voice dripping with seduction. "You want more?"

"Yeah," I grunt. "Give me everything."

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