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“Relax, little saint.”

“I can’t.”

I give her a hard slap on the ass, triggering a new rush of arousal. The slickness helps to loosen her hold, and I push the rest of the way in.

“Holy shit.”

Melody is swearing, sweating, shivering beneath me. I give her twenty seconds to adjust before I pull out and push all the way back in.

“Maybe Calista was right.” Gripping her hips, I start driving into her, “You do take my cock like a good girl.”

Her hips push back every time I slam into her, causing desperate noises to leak out of that pretty mouth.

“More.”

“And here I thought you couldn’t take more.” Chuckling, I lean forward and wrap her dark red strands around my fist, “You did ask for it.”

Yanking her head back, I fuck her hard and fast. The sound of slapping skin fills the changeroom as I rail her from behind, keeping those strands locked around my fist.

Everything else disappears as I lose myself in her, punishing us both with thrusts that have my little saint coming for the third time tonight.

I don’t think, I don’t feel anything except her pleasure. It’s a sensory overload, an intoxicating flood of emotions rattling through my bones as I draw closer to the finish line.

I’ve experienced pleasure before, but not like this.

Never like this.

The climax hits me like a brick wall, slamming into my body so hard I see stars. Cum sprays across Melody’s back the moment I pull out, covering her fair skin in a layer of my seed.

Covering her body in me.

Tired blue eyes watch as I smear the cum with my finger, using it to write four letters along her spine.

Mine.

Chapter 38

MELODY

Calista wasn’t kidding about his stamina.

We’re back in my bed, fucking yet again on sheets that really need to be cleaned.

“You look marvellous like this, little saint.”

The jagged wood of the headboard digs into my hands. Marlin’s muscular chest is pressed against my back, the hard length of his cock driving into me.

“Ass in the air, waiting for me to take what I want.” A low chuckle has my pussy clenching around him, “Your neck wrapped in the prettiest necklace.”

His grip starts to tighten, cutting off my air supply. I buck back against him, feeling the pleasure increase with every shortened breath.

Sparks of pain radiate through my body, intermingling with pleasure in the most dangerous of combinations. Every thrustknocks me forward, the force of his hips and the ridiculous size of his cock making me feel like I’m about to split right down the middle.

I don’t think my pussy will ever be the same.

“Fuck.”

The curse slips out when he hits that one spot. Gripping my hips, he slams back into me, hitting that spot over and over again.

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