Page 118 of Innocent Intentions

She shudders, hips jerking at my words. “You. Please. I need to come. I need your cock. Please fuck me.”

I can’t deny her. Just like she can’t disobey me, I can’t tell her no. Especially if it’s my cock she wants. She’ll always get whatever she wants from me. She just hasn’t learned her power yet.

“Good girl,” I murmur, kissing up her body, trailing my tongue over her flushed skin.

I hover over her face as my cock hangs between her thighs. I can feel her heat against me.

I kiss her, fucking her with my tongue still coated in her juices. She kisses me back, desperate, wild, unrestrained.

By the time we come up for air, she’s gasping, wrecked. I take her in. Messy hair. Swollen lips. Flushed cheeks.

I let my gaze drag lower. Jiggling tits. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy. Thick thighs.

“Beautiful.” My voice is pure reverence.

As much as I want to draw this out, I physically can’t. I can’t wait any longer. I need her.

I grab my cock, rub the tip through her slick folds, and coat myself in her wetness. I push inside her. She winces.

I freeze instantly. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

She nods, but I don’t move. Not until she pulls me in deeper.

I push in slowly, inch by inch, until I’m buried inside her to the hilt. Her warmth wraps around me like home. She tenses, squeezing me, and I nearly black out.

Fuck, she’s so tight.

“Good job, sweetheart. You took me so well. You’re such a good girl.” I praise her, meaning every word.

She clenches again at my words, and I groan.

I make a vow to myself, to her, to the universe that I’ll be inside her every single day. Not a day will pass where I don’t savor her. Claim her. Own her.

There will never be anyone else.

There’s only Margot.

Chapter 47

Margot

Full.

I’m so full.

I’ve never felt this full.

He’s huge. I knew it from seeing him in the shower, but fuck, it feels even bigger than it looks. He’s stretching me to the point of pain. If I’d said anything, he would’ve stopped. But I don’t want him to. I want this too much. Now that the stretch is bearable, it feels good. He feels so good.

The pinch of pain fades, and I start rolling my hips, desperate for more, but he has me pinned to the mattress.

I can’t go a second longer without him fucking me.

“Please, baby. I’m ready. Fuck me.”

I know I’ve been begging. I gave in. He was right. I ended up begging for him. But I don’t care right now. All I can think about is how much I need him moving inside of me.

Matty’s eyes lock onto mine, checking for hesitation.

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