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She lets out a little whimper, and her hands pull me closer instead of pushing me away.

My mouth finds hers in the darkness. “I’ll never let you go,” I tell her over and over again as I kiss her. I make her swallow every word, shoving them down her throat with my tongue.

“Oh god,” she gasps when my hand slides between us, and I begin to rub against the seam of her pants.

“You were such a bad girl,” I groan into her mouth. When she bites my lip, I laugh. “Admit it.”

I sit up when she doesn’t. “Take your clothes off.”

She slides out from under me, and I smile when I hear her shoes fall to the floor. I rise from the bed and slowly undress myself.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember it the next time you listen to that crazy voice inside your head instead of me.”

“She’s so loud,” she whispers. Her nails rake over my chest as she reaches for me.

I let them trail across my skin.

Her fingers lock around what they were searching for. It makes me grunt, but I don’t give her the satisfaction of my reaction. I grab the back of her head and shove myself down her throat. She gags, but I keep going.

“That’s it. Take all of me. Let me shut that little bitch up who lives inside your head.”

When her nails claw into my thighs, I let her off. “Lay on your back,” I order.

She instantly obeys.

I don’t give her much time to adjust to her head hanging off the bed before I’m shoving my cock right back down her throat.

“I’ll never lie to you,” I tell her while pumping my dick in and out of her mouth.

The crude sounds coming from between her lips is enough to make me come. She’s lapping up every drop without me having to say anything.

“Fuck, Elizabeth.” I pull away from her and quickly flip her to all fours. As soon as my foot rests on the bed, I’m slamming my cock deep inside her. She cries out.

“Is she still talking to you?” I ask as I hold myself as deep as I can.

“No. I only hear you. You consume me, Jacob.”

“That’s right, baby,” I praise. My dick pulses inside her, happy as a fucking lark.

Me too boy. Me too.

She whimpers when I reach around, pressing my fingertips against her clit firmly. I begin to rock my hips.

When she falls to her forearms, my dick slides in even farther. We both groan in unison. “Fuck, your body is made for mine.”

We fuck hard … and when we’re done … we make love softly, well into the night.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Elizabeth

Idraw circles over his chest while curled close to his side. My head rests on his shoulder.

“Maybe we could adopt?”

He laughs lightly. “I guess you didn’t hear me.”

When he begins to pull me on top of him, I brace my hands against his chest. “I heard you. I heard you. I’m too sensitive,” I plead.

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