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I wrap my hands around her waist, hauling her onto my lap…onto my cock. She sinks down with her nails in my shoulders and her head thrown back.

I feel her moan in my balls.

I’m sure they hear mine in the bar.

She falls still when I bottom out, so I slap her ass. “I didn’t ask you to sit pretty on your throne, princess. I said, fuck me like you mean it. Ride me, and don’t stop until I say you can.”

Her nails dig deeper into my shoulders, her eyes flaring as her pussy clenches around me. Goddamn, I love how hot she gets when I tell her what to do in bed. Outside of it, she makes her own choices. She has her own mind. She’s as likely to tell me to shove my demands up my ass as she is to obey. But when she’s on my cock, she’s mine to command, and she fucking loves it.

She lifts up until just the head of my cock is engulfed in her heat and then slams back down, bouncing against my thighs when she lands. Intense pleasure rips through me.

“God, yeah. Just like that.”

She moans my name and does it again, slamming down on me over and over. I attack her mouth, stealing her moans from heras she fucks me like her life depends on it. The loud sound of our bodies coming together echoes around us in the close confines. The smell of sex fills the air.

“You know how fucking beautiful you look bouncing on my cock where anyone who walks by can see you?” I ask, slipping one hand between us to play with her. The windows are too fogged for anyone to actually see her, but I think she likes the thrill. It certainly has her clenching around me like a vise. “You’re a naughty little goddess right now, Sutton.”

“Jordan,” she whimpers, convulsing all over my cock as she shatters apart for me.

Her rhythm stalls as the orgasm rips through her, so I take over, lifting her off me with one hand and then bucking up into her every time I drop her. I want her wrung out for me. Christ, there’s nothing better than seeing her fall apart for me, than listening to the way she cries my name, than feeling her clamping down around me. It’s perfection every single time.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” I growl, trying to fuck my way into her soul. I want it cracked open for me, mine to possess. Mine already belongs to her. It has for years, and every minute I spend with her, every second I’m inside her, just makes me more hers than ever. “This tight little pussy and those glossy eyes. The way you moan and whimper for me. I’ll never get enough ofyou.Christ, Sutton. I’m so in love with you.”

“Jordan!” she shouts, coming all over me again.

I’m not finished wrecking her, though. I’m not finished owning her, either. I haul her closer, pressing my lips to her ear as I fuck up into her again and again. “Everything I have is yours. You fucking rule me, sweet girl.”

She sobs my name, clawing my shoulders. “I love you so much,” she whimpers. “I’ll never stop.”

“Show me,” I groan against her skin, pelting her with kisses. “Come for me again.”

“Come with me,” she begs, gasping and shaking in my arms as she tries to hold it off. “Please. Please!”

I’m helpless to tell her no. God, I’ve always been helpless when it comes to her. She’s my weakness, the one thing in this world I’d die for without question or hesitation.

I wrap both hands around her waist, lifting and dropping her so fast and hard neither of us can breathe. She shatters apart with a sharp scream, clamping around me like a fucking vise…and tipping me right over the edge with her.

I roar her name, biting her throat as cum shoots up my shaft, pumping into her hot little cunt. I keep her as close as I can get her, praying to God that my seed takes, and we end the night with her carrying my baby if she isn’t already pregnant.

Maybe then, I’ll finally be able to breathe.

Somehow, I doubt it, though. When it comes to her, I’ll always feel this same clawing desperation to be closer, to have every part of her. To consume and be consumed by her. She’s not everything. She’s whatever comes after that. Eternity.

Once we pull into the garage at home, I lift her out of her seat, carrying her inside. She snuggles up in my arms with a sweet sigh, pressing her lips against the side of my throat.

“I love you,” she says, her voice soft.

My heart pulses, beating her name. “I love you, too, princess. I always have.”

We don’t say anything else as I carry her upstairs, bypassing the bed. I sit her on the counter in the bathroom, kissing her hard and deep, before I turn to start the tub.

Her soft laugh captures my attention when I pull my shirt off over my head.

“What’s so funny?”

“I left marks all over your shoulders,” she says.

I crane my head to look and then chuckle. “Little hellcat, you drew blood.”

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