Page 91 of Steel

“Yes,” she pants.

“Then tell me who you belong to.” I skate my fingers up the insides of her thighs, holding my cock deep inside her again. “No matter how much it pisses you off. Who owns this beautiful body of yours?”

“You do.”

My fingers trace around her pussy, but I skip past her clit, making her moan.

“Tell me who’s cum is going to fill you up.”

“Yours.” She tips her head back when I drift over her clit again.

“That’s right, wildfire.Mine.” I pound in, and her tits bounce with every hard thrust. “I’m going to fuck this pussy so deep, you’ll never forget it.”

She rattles me up.

Claws me to pieces.

Tempe’s carved my chest open and stolen things I didn’t know existed.

I lean over her to fuck her deeper, and the weight of my body presses her back onto the bed. I need to seal our bodies together until I’m the man she deserves.

Her nails dig into my back as I settle between her legs and angle my hips to hit her where I know I’ll light sparks. Her legs shake where they’re hugging my hips, and her body vibrates with every hard thrust.

Her nipples graze my chest, and her smooth skin melts as our bodies press together. I claim her mouth and steal the sound coming out. Refusing to let one ounce of her escape.

“Jameson.” She tips her head back.

“That’s a good girl. Come for me.” I thrust deeper. “I’ve got you.”

Her heels dig into my ass as her pussy clamps my cock, and I can’t hold back any longer when she falls over the edge, and her cunt squeezes. My cum fills her. I seal my mouth to hers and give her what her body demands with every pulse of her climax.

Tempe is shaking when I finally pull back.

Messy.

Sweaty.

Panting.

I brush her hair off her face to look down at her.

She’s absolutely stunning.

“That was intense.” She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as I wipe her hair off her face.

“It was.” My fingertips pause on the apple of her cheek.

“Don’t worry.” She smiles. “I won’t hold you to the things you said.”

“You better.” I kiss her forehead. “Did you think I was lying?”

She shrugs.

“I’m a man of my word, Tempe.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “I don’t say shit just to make you happy, especially when I’m fucking you. I meant what I said, and it’s everything I’ve spent the past couple of days running from.”

She looks down at where our bodies are still connected, smirking. “That’d almost be romantic if you weren’t still inside me.”

“There’s nothing more romantic than me filling your pussy with my cum.” I kiss her cheek when her hazel gaze flits to mine. “And I meant what I said. You have every right to hold me to it.”

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