Page 51 of They All Own Me

She speeds up, riding me harder and faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air, mingling with our moans. Her eyes never leave mine, challenging me with every thrust.

"Goddamn," I mutter, barely able to hold back. "There she is..."

Her laughter is breathless and wild. "You want me dirty? I'll give you dirty," she says between gasps.

I nod, unable to form words as she continues to ride me like she's got something to prove.

"You're so fucking big," she pants. "Feels like you're splitting me in two."

The way she talks has my blood boiling. My hands move to her ass, guiding her rhythm as she bounces harder. "You're doing so good," I say, voice low and strained. "Keep going."

Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she loses herself in the pleasure. When they open again, they're full of fire. "Tell me how good it feels," she demands.

"Feels amazing," I manage to get out. "You're fucking perfect."

She moans louder at my words, spurring herself on even more. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides me like a woman possessed.

"Tell me you're close," she begs, her voice desperate now.

"I'm so fucking close," I growl back, thrusting up into her harder.

Her movements become erratic as we both race towards the edge. Her dirty talk becomes incoherent whispers of pleasure and need.

"Fuck," I finally roar, feeling myself tip over the edge just as she cries out in ecstasy above me.

We collapse together in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs and heavy breathing. She looks down at me with a satisfied smile.

"You asked for it," she says smugly.

I chuckle breathlessly. "And you delivered."

“Oh shit,” I mutter, the realization hitting me hard. “I didn’t ask you about a condom. I’m sorry.”

Tatum shakes her head, a small, rueful smile playing on her lips. “Don’t worry about it. Thomas basically got me fixed against my will years ago.”

My stomach churns with anger, and I clench my fists to keep it in check. “That fucking asshole.” I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Is it permanent?”

“No,” she says, her voice soft but resolute. “I can get it removed anytime. That’s one of the reasons I’m so dead set on leaving Thomas. I want a family, a house on the countryside.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. A future that’s simple and pure, something I can never offer her. “You’ll get it one day,” I say, my voice rough with emotion. Inside I can't help but wish it could be me... but not with this lifestyle.

I pull her closer, wrapping her in my arms. The warmth of her body against mine is a stark contrast to the cold reality of our situation. We stay like that for a while, just holding each other.

We sit there in silence for a few moments longer before she speaks again.

"We might want to get dressed before we land," she says with a giggle.

"That's probably a good idea, you need to put your wig back on Dolly."

She laughs and it's music to my ears.

She looks at me with those wide eyes, “Thank you,” she whispers.

“For what?”

“For making me feel... alive,” she says simply.

My heart tightens at her words, and all I can do is hold her tighter. Maybe we don’t have a future together in the traditionalsense, but right now, in this moment, we have each other. And for now, that’s enough.

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