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“Can you see where I need you?” she asks, and her finger trails over the moisture gathered between her legs and down to her small hole.

Holy. Fucking. Shitballs.

Yes.

“I need you to stretch me here too. Just like you did with my…”

A haze of possession flashes through me. With no need for further convincing, I unbuckle my belt frantically.

I’m going to hell for this, but in this moment, she’s worth it all.

I’ll walk into the flames willingly. I’ll die another thousand deaths to take this part of her, the part she’s begged me to take.

She’s worth every ounce of pain and all that’s coming.

She always has been.

One beautiful memory can be enough to last a lifetime.

Chapter Seventeen

Stone

I kneel between her spread legs; the smell of her arousal is like an aphrodisiac fueling my obsession with her. The wild animal inside me craves to mark her as mine. My desire is so strong that I worry about lasting long enough to perform.

This is what I want. What I’ve always wanted. Me and her with nothing between us.

So, as I settle over my girl, I block out the world, the promise of torture yet to come, and I take what I want. What we both want.

I lift my T-shirt over my head and throw it to the ground, then push her to lie back so she can’t see what I don’t want her to witness. My fingers fumble with my jeans, then I pull my cock from my boxers and swipe my engorged head up and down her wet pussy.

Fuck me, that’s good.

My eyes roll as the heat and slickness from her pussy make me feral to claim her.

“Are you this wet all for me?” I pant out as her wetness seeps into my skin.

“Yes. Just you, Stone,” she pants, and I believe every goddamn word.

“If I ever find out your pussy drips for anyone else, I’ll kill them. Do you understand?”

I stare at her pointedly, and her green orbs glow with equal possession. My words turn her on, and that only adds to my need to deliver.

“I’ll only ever drip for you. It’s you I crave, only you.”

I press the head of my cock at her entrance. “Are you sure about this, Princess?”

“Yes,” she breathes, and I slowly push inside her tightness, and my blood rushes with exhilaration.

“My girl wants herbrotherto fuck her pussy, huh?”

She pushes her head into the ground, and her body tenses at the intrusion. “Oh god.”

I continue to push inside her, inch by agonizing inch, while I deliver delicate kisses down the column of her throat and over the swell of her chest, and I revel in the way she clings to my shoulders. Her fingernails dig into me, scorching my skin, and I will them to leave permanent marks deeper than the ones residing there.

“Fuck. I don’t think I can fit.”

“Make it,” she demands like a wildcat. “Make it fit, Stone!”

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