Page 19 of Garrett

“That’s it,” I growl, pumping my fingers in and out, my tongue working her faster. “Come for me, baby.”

She shatters, her entire body going taut as a strangled moan rips from her throat. I keep going, lapping up everything she gives me, drawing out her pleasure until she’s trembling, until she’s gasping my name like a prayer.

Only then do I pull back, my mouth glistening with her arousal, my cock so painfully hard I can barely think straight.

I crawl up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. “Now,” I rasp, pressing against her, sliding my cock along her slick heat. “I’m going to make you mine.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in, her eyes dark and pleading. “Do it.”

I thrust into her in one slow, deep stroke, and we both moan at the sensation. She’s so tight, so perfect, gripping me like she never wants to let go.

“Jesus, Rachel,” I grind out, my forehead pressing against hers. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

I start moving, slow at first, letting her feel every inch of me stretching her, filling her. Her hips lift, meeting my thrusts, her breathy moans driving me insane.

“You feel that?” I growl, my lips brushing her ear. “This is mine. You’re mine.”

“Yes,” she gasps, raking her nails down my back.

I grip the headboard for leverage, thrusting harder, faster, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her body tightens, in the way her breath catches.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I pull out suddenly, flipping her onto her stomach before she can protest. She gasps as I grip her hips, dragging her up onto her knees, her back arching, her ass high in the air.

“Garrett—”

I yank her back against me, my cock sliding between her soaked folds before I thrust deep, burying myself inside her again. She cries out, her fingers clenching the sheets as I set a brutal pace, fucking her hard and deep, claiming every inch of her.

“You like this, baby?” I growl, fisting her hair and tugging her head back so she has no choice but to take everything I give her.

“Yes,” she sobs, her body shuddering with pleasure.

I slap her ass, loving the way she clenches around me. “Say it.”

“I love it,” she gasps. “I love how you take me.”

I grip her hips, pounding into her, feeling her tighten, knowing she’s right there on the edge again. I slide a hand beneath her, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as I thrust even harder.

“Come for me,” I growl, yanking her head back again, my lips brushing her ear. “Let me feel you.”

She screams my name as she explodes around me, her body convulsing, gripping me like a vice.

The feel of her coming apart, the sound of her moaning for me, the way she’s completely, utterly mine—it pushes me over the edge.

I thrust once, twice more, then bury myself as deep as I can, spilling inside her with a guttural groan.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, our bodies tangled together, both of us completely wrecked.

I ease her down onto the bed, still inside her, pressing kisses along her shoulder.

“Think you can be convinced to stay?” she murmurs sleepily.

I chuckle, shifting so I can slide deeper into her again, already hardening.

“I think I was always yours, Rachel,” I murmur, nipping at her neck. “I was just too damn stupid to see it.”

She sighs happily, pressing back against me. “I love hearing that.”

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