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“Patience,” he growls, inserting a third finger. My pussy squeezes around his digits, and just when I feel the dam about to burst, he pulls them out, and I cry this time, teardrops leaking down the sides of my cheeks. Mack chuckles as he runs a single finger along my slit, lightly tapping my clit before sliding to circle my hole, edging the inside temptingly.

Groaning and kicking out at him earns me a swat on the side of my ass. I know I should be pissed, but the sting only adds to my pleasure. When he shoves those three fingers inside me again, his thumb applying pressure to my clit as he furiously rubs my core, I explode in a flash of color and scream until I’m hoarse and my mouth goes dry.

Blinded by the overwhelming sensations, it’s not until his weight pins me down that I realize he’s poised at my entrance and fighting his way inside my body. His hands grip my ankles, and I’m nearly bent in half as he spreads me wide open.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re too tight for Daddy. I don’t know if I’ll fit.” It sounds like a threat to me, so I throttle my hips up at him until my body ruptures with a piercing pain I wasn’t expecting, and Mack curses up a storm but doesn’t move while I cry. “What the fuck were you thinking, Emma?” he snarls, and I want to disappear because he sounds so mad, but I can’t move or talk through my sobbing.

Clenching my pussy around his giant cock, I massage the strong muscle, and slowly, pain transitions to pleasure, and I can breathe again.

“Oh, Mack Daddy, please, that feels so good.” He grinds his pelvis into my clit, and I swear I see stars now. I feel him in every inch of my body, and I barely hold myself together.

“This pussy is going to be the death of me,” he growls into my chest as he leans against me. His hips begin to move tentatively at first, testing my body's readiness. When I loosen enough for him to move freely, I’m bombarded with an agonizingly sweet sense of belonging to this man. Which is precisely what I’ve wanted since looking into his eyes through my rain-soaked hair.

Bellowing, I attempt to hold onto him, but my arms are weak as he takes and takes everything he desires from me. There’s no longer any care for my comfort as Mack extracts his pleasure from me.

And I like it.

I grow wetter between my legs as my heart races, beating in my ears, while watching Mack fuck me like he’s trying to break me, and he just might. He uses my body for his own devices, and I’d be a fool if I didn’t admit how much I like it.

I vibrate as his hips pound in and out of me with bruising force, never releasing my ankles, keeping me spread wide open. The sounds of our pleasure soaking us both are erotic and alluring. When he slows his thrusting down, I throw my hips up into him on each downward slap of his hips, clenching my pussy when he’s all the way inside me, making it harder to drag himself out.

“Harder, Daddy, please. Take me like you own me.”

He snarls as he glares at me.

Leaning down, he bites my bottom lip until I whimper, his forceful thrusting shooting beyond pleasure and straight into pain as he says, “Sweet girl, I do fucking own you now.” His words set me off unexpectedly, and a tidal wave of ecstasy erupts throughout my body.

My silent scream is eaten up by Mack fucking his tongue into my mouth the same way he brutally fucks my body. There’s nothing sweet or caring between us now. He’s got what he wants, and he’s taking me exactly how I asked him to as I’m thrown from one orgasm into another until they all blend and meld together.

It’s perfect and painful and everything I had no idea I wanted or needed.

Mack was right.

He does own me.

CHAPTER 7

Mack

Holding Emma up in the shower, she appears drunk, but I know she’s simply in a lust haze. For an hour, I fucked her through multiple orgasms; she’s so damn responsive, sensitive in a way I hadn’t expected and loved. This is a woman to be treasured, and I plan on that.

I wasn’t kidding when I told her I own her now. What she probably doesn’t realize is that she owns me, too. It won’t take her long to see that I only have a desire for her.

“Sweet girl,” I whisper in her ear, “on your knees.” Her eyes widen as she pulls back, and her pupils dilate with excitement as she drops to the hard tile floor as requested. Her nails scrape down my sides and thighs as she settles.

I don’t have to do or say a thing afterwards because she leans forward and opens wide, offering her mouth as a warm little cavern for my cock to rest. She gets a couple of inches in before she grabs the rest of me with her hands, circling my girth with her tiny fists and squeezing the way she watched me do earlier.

“Pump up and down, baby. Oh fuck, yeah, just like that.” Bracing my forearms against the wall, I lean my head to rest on the cool tile and trap her in as I spread my thighs so my feet sit on either side of her closed legs.

“Tighten your grip,” I instruct. My eyes close as she does that while sucking deep with her mouth. “Use your teeth.” She scrapes my cock with the edges as she bobs her head, taking as much of me into her as she can. “Tilt your head.” Our eyes meet. “Now relax your throat.” She works to do as I ask, dropping her ass down between her ankles and angling her head to fit more of my dick in her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. I could come from this image alone, but I have to warn you, sweet girl, after I do, I’m going for your ass.” Her eyes widen again, and she gulps audibly while swallowing around me. “That’s right, baby. I want to fill every one of your holes tonight.” I laugh devilishly as an excited fear enters her innocent gaze. “Should have warned you, I guess. I’m a possessive man, and I need to know you’re filled with me.”

She swallows again, and this time, I push farther into her mouth, blocking her airway, and her alarm builds. “Breathe through your nose and relax. You’re fine.” I wait until she does what she’s told. “Good girl, now cup my balls with one hand and massage.”

Fuck that feels good. I could almost come from this alone.

“I’m going to push a little more now, baby. Just relax. That’s it, good girl, just like that.” I have to close my eyes; the vision she makes is almost too much for me to keep my head. “I need you to swallow and keep swallowing until I get in there.” I watch as panic enters and exits her gaze with every bit of space I take.

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