Page 136 of Rhet

“Rhet, baby, I’m going to come,” she squeals.

“Atta girl, come on my cock.” I squeeze her ass tight.

She pushes harder against me. “Oh God, Rhet, please.”

“Give it to me, Zee, come on, baby.”

“Rhet, I—”

I lean down and bite her neck. A primal part of me wants to mark her, to remind her she’s now mine. She tugs her hands from my hold. I keep sucking at her neck as she screams and comes on my dick.

I lift my body up from hers, digging my forearms in into the mattress above her head.

“You’re fucking mine.” My strokes become faster the bed rocks along with us.

She places her hand over my heart and says. “Yes, baby, I’m yours.”

Her touch feels like a warm shock going through my body; I can feel my back tightening.

“Oh, shit, Zee,” I pound my length into her, my eyes meet hers as they dilate, Her mouth forms an “Oh” like she is about to come again.

“Rhet, I -” Her words fall short I dive in for a kiss. Both of us clawing at each other bodies, her nails digging into my back.

I pull away and hover over her lips.

“Come with me,” I whisper into her mouth.

She nods as her mouth falls open and she begins to pant.

“Fucking mine. Say it.” I demand like I’m weaving a spell over her body.

“I am yours.” My body convulses with my orgasm.

She places her hand between our bodies places it on my heart and says, “I’m yours.”

Her touch feels likes a warm shock going through my body, my back tightens, my body shudders, my semen shoots out and I roar her name out loud. My body trembles, as I pepper kisses along her face before rolling off her. I pull her into my side and place a kiss on her forehead “You’re fucking impressive.” I say.

RHET

Something smells like peaches and cream under my nose. I open my eyes and I see the back of Zee’s neck. A few days ago that would have freaked me out, staying in bed all night with a woman. I would have crawled out the room in a rush.

Here and now, I just want to stay here forever next to her, basking in her warmth. I feel like I’m finally getting something right. I won the fucking girl. Me, I did that.

I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do next. This is my first real relationship, but I’ve never been more satisfied.

I get it. Well, I sort of understand why Julian looks so peaceful. Julian can be an asshole but around his wife, he’s a different man. I wonder if that will happen to me. When I was with Charlotte, I was never like this. This intense, this peaceful or this good.

Zee rolls onto her back and stretches and moans. She arches her back and pushes her chest forward. Well, this is pretty as hell. I harden, wanting to reach for her, but after four times in one night, I think she may be sore.

She turns to her side and tucks her hands under her face. “Good morning.”

“Morning. You okay?” I reach over and pull lightly on her hair.

“I feel so fulfilled.” She giggles. “Like a twenty-thousand-dollar massage couldn’t do what you did for me.”

I chuckle. “Good.”

“What’s your plan for the day?” she asks as she slides up the bed.

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