Page 20 of Owned In Misty Mountain

“Shanay,” I whisper, kissing lower.

She stirs.

“Mike?” voice husky.

I roll her onto her back, body moving before I even think.

“I need you.”

She blinks up at me, eyes wide. “Yeah?”

I don’t answer.

I slide the sheets off her body and look at her like I’ve never seen anything so perfect.

She’s naked.

Hair mussed.

Mouth soft and kiss-bitten. All curves. All woman.

“Gonna give it to you hard this time,” I murmur, sliding my hand between her thighs.

She gasps—already wet.

Already waiting.

I grip my cock and stroke it once, slow and rough.

“I’m gonna fuck this sweet pussy raw. Fill it. Breed it. Make sure you know you’re mine.”

Her breath catches.

And then she nods.

That’s all I need.

I push inside her—slow, deep, every thick inch.

She cries out, arching into me.

“Mike—”

“I know, baby.”

I bury myself to the hilt and stay there, grinding against her. I want to get her pregnant tonight.

“You’re made for me,” I growl into her mouth. “You feel that?”

She nods frantically, thighs trembling.

“Not gonna pull out, baby,” I whisper. “Gonna fuck you full.”

She moans. Louder this time.

I move.

Harder.

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