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“You can’t run away from me here, can you?”

She squirms, nearly slams her elbow against the steering wheel, then lifts herself until I grab her panties right over her pussy and jerk her back down. My other hand pushes up her shirt, palming and squeezing until she whimpers.

I thrust my fingers into her. She’s so wet, so needy. I add a third finger and she arches. I pump into her, thrusting and curling just like she enjoys while rubbing her clit with my thumb. It’s aggressive and intense but doesn’t come close to scratching the itch I have.

“When we get home, I’m going to chase you once we’re upstairs, toss you down, and fuck your ass hard and deep,” I snarl.

Her pussy tightens around me as she whimpers. “Please.”

“Because your ass is mine,” I snarl.

“Yes,” she answers, needy and ready.

“Undo my belt,” I order.

Katie’s quick to do exactly what I say. She undoes my belt, undoes my pants, and frees my cock. She tries to stroke me, but I nudge my cock against her and pull her down on me. She moans, her eyes rolling back as her lips part.

“This is where you belong, doll. Pleased with my cock buried inside you. Fully obedient, submissive, and mine,” I pant.

“Yes,” she moans.

I fuck her fast, but something keeps me from going as hard as I want. She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. I lick her throat, palm her tits, rub her clit, then I thrust two fingers into her ass while she sucks my tongue.

Even when she comes for me, it’s not enough. I need her, need her whimpering and panting, need her total surrender. I need to claim every bit of her. “What are you, Katie?”

“Your doll,” she moans, leaning forward and kissing my neck. “I’m yours, yours, Carter. So… so good.”

“Yes you are,” I growl, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling back.

She watches me as I keep fucking her, desperate to tame the overwhelming need that pulses through me. So I throw myself into her, losing myself in her perfect, soaked pussy, the way she moans my name, how she tries to watch me.

Katie’s so fucking focused that the world could implode and she’d still be wrapped around me, still moaning for me, still bouncing on my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“Come in me, stay in me,” she moans. “Please, please.”

Something about her begging forthatbreaks me. I jerk her down hard on my cock, making her eyes widen as I thrust into her as hard as I can. I grind as I empty my dick into her, wanting her to feel me, wanting to fill her, to own her. I’m going to fill every hole, make sure she’s mine, that she’s always leaking with me, that she’s always slippery with my cum.

She shudders, then slumps against me as I go limp in the front seat.

I blink a few times. No chasing, no making her beg, no holding her down and pretending I’m forcing her into it. Just one sentence and “please” fucked me up to the point I came.

“So good,” she hums.

“You want me to keep coming inside you?” I ask.

She nods against my neck.

Something hot and demanding slithers down my spine before curling in my lower stomach. I never understood why guys wereso determined to comeinsidegirls. Sure, if it’s overwhelming and they can’t pull out, but to go out of their way to do it…

Now the need to fuck her again, empty every drop inside her keeps clawing at my mind, demanding and wild. I don’t think I’ll be able to resist it for long.

Chapter three

Katie

“You better take ownership of this fuckup!” Henry yells as Carter and I walk in.

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