Page 91 of Magic or Madness

“Hi, baby,” I say, attempting to gather my composure, and distract myself by fiddling with my hair.

Ozzy doesn’t miss a beat, stepping into the place Cami just was, and wrapping his arms around my waist. His hands trail to the same places she was touching, and I let a soft moan escape my lips, staring into his eyes through the mirror.

“Is this where she was touching you?”

I nod, a deep sigh leaving my chest. He takes one of my hands, holding it as she was, and suddenly, I’m back in the same predicament, my body fusing with white-hot energy.

“Ozzy,” I whisper, closing my eyes and leaning my head on his chest.

“What is it, Bambi? Did you like her hands on you?” He whispers right into my ear, causing the hairs on my neck to stand straight up, and my entire body is covered in goosebumps.

I’m so blissfully turned on that I could explode with one touch, and Ozzy knows it, his pupils blown with lust as he stares at me in the mirror.

“Yes.”

He groans, a deep vibration rolling through his chest, and his hand trails further down, breaching the bottoms of my bathing suit.

His fingers swirl my clit, and I moan softly, my eyes shutting with the electricity that his touch carries.

He dips two fingers inside my entrance, the wetness glistening off him when he pulls out, and the emptiness immediately makes me whimper.

“Is this for me, or her?” He presses, and I bite my lip, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind.

“You, Ozzy,” I say without hesitation, and he spins me around, a hand landing firmly on my throat.

“See what you do to me, Bambi? Watching you get turned on by Camila’s hands, and then mine? I won’t last five minutes,” he whispers, the bulge in his sweats grinding against my thigh, but offering no friction where I need it most.

“Please, fuck me, Ozzy,” I beg, desperate for a way to work this confusion out of my mind, and a mind-blowing orgasm to remind me who I belong to.

Without missing a beat he places a hungry kiss on my lips, biting the bottom one until blood draws, and he slowly licks the drops, making me dizzy with need.

He lifts my ass onto the counter, pushing all my products on the floor to make room as he spreads my legs as wide as they cango, and I rest on my elbows, watching as he rips his sweats off, revealing his black boxers.

His hair frames his face, the curls frizzy from the humidity, and the muscles in his body flexing just for me, making me bite my lip in anticipation.

After that show, I know he won’t take it easy on me, and I couldn’t be more excited for the manhandling he’s about to deliver.

His cock springs from his boxers, and he palms it twice before lining it to my entrance, slowly pushing inside me and stretching my core.

I scream out in frustration, knowing he’s taking it slowly to punish me.

“You’re mine,” he says, thrusting so hard he bottoms out, and I go silent, my mouth open with inaudible screams.

I bite down on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his neck as he pounds into me, my body already teetering on the edge of an orgasm with his powerful thrusts.

This is a claiming – his way of reclaiming my body — and I‘m all for it. I let myself relax as he finds that perfect spot within me, making me scream his name so loud it bounces and echoes off the walls like a symphony.

“That’s it, Bambi.Scream louder. Let everyone know who the fuck you belong to,” he grits between his teeth, just as he bites down on my neck.

“Fuck, Ozzy!” I cry, an unexpected orgasm sweeping the breath out of my lungs and sending me on a high that is nearly impossible to come down from.

I pant as he continues fucking me, my head resting on the mirror while he holds my lower half with such a tight grip, there are sure to be bruises along my ass cheeks.

His.

“Mine,”he growls, pumping into me a few more times before groaning, a telltale sign that he’s finished.

“Yours,” I whisper, pulling his mouth to mine, and tangling my tongue with his in a desperate need to feel a deeper connection to him.

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