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“Maybe I do,” I snarl, fucking her pussy faster with my finger, her body making seductive wet noises. “I own you. I’m in charge. No more games – no more manipulation. This is the real you, Evie. Bent over for me. Getting ready for my cock.”

She collapses onto the couch, then spins and jumps to her feet, grabbing my suit jacket and pulling it off. She tears at my shirt next, buttons popping. She rips off my shirt before she stops, staring wide-eyed at the scars crisscrossing my chest and shoulders, shrapnel, knives, and one bullet hole.

Locking eyes with me, suddenly, the situation becomes tender. She gently glides her hand over the scars, tracing them with her finger. “Dom,” she whispers.

“I was the lucky one. Don’t pity me.”

I grab her T-shirt and pull it over her head, her bare breasts bouncing free. A gasp escapes me as I gaze at her perfect size, her ample breasts, her large nipples, the vivacity of her curvaceous form.

Bringing one hand to her sopping sex, I lean down and suck and kiss her breasts, rubbing her clit and her folds at the same time, making her body tremble with the pleasure. She sinks her fingers into my shoulders when I guide my finger back to her entrance, pushing inside, her walls tightly pressing against me.

“You feel ready to take my cock,” I groan. “I can feel how badly you need it. No more pretending.”

“Not–here…”

“Yes, Keepsake,” I snarl, wrapping my arms around her and carrying her into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.

I lay her on the bed. She rolls onto her back, staring up at me. Ripping her shorts down the rest of the way, her legs fall open, presenting the glistening sweetness of her core, her hole winking wetly at me.

“This isn’t a chance for you to escape. This isn’t a trick. This is what we want, what we need. You don’t belong to The Vultures.” I lean down, slipping two fingers into her tight soppiness, pushing deep until she gifts me with another moan.“You belong to me.”

“Nuh-no…” She shudders. “I don’t belong to, uh, any… anyone.”

I fuck her faster, feeling the pleasure rising inside of her, threatening to reach boiling point at any moment. “I’m not going to let you come until you admit you want to belong to me.”

She grips the back of my neck and pulls me onto the bed next to her, then slides her hand over my crotch. My dick aches with heat.

“The same goes for you,” she whimpers.

“I’m not going to come until I’m buried in your perfect pussy.”

She tries to free my manhood, but when I glide my finger in circles inside of her velvety depths, her hand shudders along with the rest of her enticing body. She falls back on the bed, looking at me as her eyelids flutter.

She seems almost mad that I’m in control. But I don’t, can’t care about anything but her pleasure.

Her pussy makes soaked noises as I circle relentlessly. I keep going until I feel her walls fluttering around my finger, her crescendo almost here, and then I slide out of her and push my palm against her horny point of euphoria.

She gasps. “What—are—you—doing?”

“I told you. Tell me the truth; tell me who you belong to. Then, and only then, you have permission to cream all over my hand.”

“Fuck, Dom.”

I smirk. “That’s the plan… but first.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers, and then something so hot happens, I almost explode in my pants. Shegets offon saying it to me. She moans as if the infusion of pleasure even takes her by surprise. “I belong to you. Oh, oh, Dom. I belong to you. Yes. Please. Let me come.”

“Oh my fucking God,” I groan. “Say that again.”

“Puh-please. Let me come.Ohhhhhh.”

“Then fucking come for me.”

I slip my fingers into her again. This time, I make sure the heel of my palm grinds against her clit with each motion of my fingersslipping in and out of her. She drives her hips against me, giving me an enthralling preview of how she’ll ride my dick when the time comes.

Her orgasm causes her to throw her head back and let out a warbling cry of release. A rosy flushe appears on her body, and I add to it by leaning down and biting her creamy tit gently… but with enough force to leave a tattoo of my desire.

Her release lasts a long time, juices gushing out of her and seeping onto the sheets.

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