Page 102 of When to Call a Blitz

I pull her naked hips into mine, my cock ready to go. She reaches behind her, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me into her, my lips trailing up her neck and to her ear.

“I can’t believe this is all mine,” I whisper into her skin, nipping her ear. I feel the shiver run through her, and my hand drifts over her soft stomach I love so much and to the curve of her breast.

She backs into me even harder, her hips grinding into mine. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” she says through a yawn.

Without skipping a beat, I hook my arm through her legs, positioning her top leg over my hip. Angling myself right, I push into her, and it feels like pure ecstasy.

I’ve gotten used to this. Waking up in the morning to her lips around my cock, her fingers playing with my balls in a way that makes me immediately want to empty myself down her throat.

Or when I wake to her climbing onto my back, her fingers working at my sore muscles, her lips at the base of my neck.

When I wake up before her, I love waking her with my tongue between her legs, having my first breakfast of the day.

“Emmett,fuck,” she moans quietly, gripping my hand that rests on her breast and squeezing it.

“Is this what you asked for?” I whisper in her ear, my voice still thick with sleep.

“I asked for it a little harder than this, I think,” she sasses with a smirk.

I stop, and she groans. “Emmett.”

Still inside of her, I lower her leg, instead flipping her over onto her stomach in one fluid movement.

“Arch your back,” I instruct her, and her ass raises into the air as I slide further into her, taking pleasure in the little moans muffled by the pillow her face is buried in.

“God you’re being such a good little slut, waking me up in the morning?”

Heidi moans, rocking back into me as I pound into her.

“You know what we haven’t tried yet?” I’m breathless, my fingers gripping her tighter as she rocks back harder and harder.

Her face turns. “What?”

“You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“I’m yours,” she whimpers without hesitation.

I bite my lip, closing my eyes as I pump into her. “I want to see it,” I tell her.

She looks confused. “You see it all the time.”

I shake my head. “No, I want my name on you tonight. I want to see that you’re mine. That you belong to me.”

“I’m yours,” she pants in confirmation.

“You want that?” I ask, pressure building inside of me.

She nods, biting her lip.

“You want to walk into that room and have everyone knowexactlywho you belong to?”

She nods again, her pussy clamping around me, and with one more thrust, her whole body stiffens and she’s burying her face into the pillow again, trying hard to keep her moans quiet.

“Fuck, Heidi, I’m going to come inside you. Do you want that?” I whimper, and when she nods, it’s enough to send me over the edge.

I empty inside of her, filling her up.

And in some sick fantasy, I imagine her having to walk into the stadium filled with my come.

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