Page 5 of Until Death Parts Us

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp.

“You’re afraid I’ll leave you, so you do anything to prove to me why I should keep you.” He leans over and bites the flesh on the side of my neck. “You’re quick to forget that I own you.”

“So fucking own me then!” I shout.

His heat is gone for a few seconds, and then he’s thrusting into me, making me shout into the small RV.

“If you don’t know by now, Kaspian,” he says, letting the words rest between us while he thrusts in and out.

“Oh, god,” I moan. “If I don’t know what?”

“That I always have a plan. That I’ll always choose you.”

He grips my face and forces me to stare through the window where I can see Anna walking around her own RV.

Through grunts and breaths, I ask, “You deliberately pissed me off so I’d become?—”

“Desperate for me.” His voice is a low growl.

A thrill runs up my spine, and his grip on me tightens. He fucks me deep and hard, taming my jealousy.

“Yes, yes,” I chant, arching my back. “Fuck me, Quin. I’m yours. All yours.”

“So stop forgetting that,” he says as he smacks my ass. “Someone is watching.”

I open my eyes and find Anna staring back at us, her mouth agape with shock. My lips curl up into a grin before Quin thrusts deep, forcing me to yell out and close my eyes once more.

“She knows you’re mine now.”

“Oh, my god,” I moan, reaching for my cock and stroking.

When I open my eyes again, she’s no longer staring, but it’s obvious she’s still taking glances as she moves around her RV. I forget she’s there as Quin pummels into me, and my hand slides up and down my shaft.

“Spread yourself for me,” he commands, pulling out.

I reach back and hold my cheeks apart, knowing he likes seeing my hole after he’s stretched it out.

“Good boy,” he growls, one hand reaching down to cup my balls as he jerks himself with his other. “I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Yes, do it,” I plead.

His fingers tease my hole before I feel the tip of his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he grunts.

Warm cum lands on my back before he slips inside and releases the rest of his load in my ass. My dick throbs as I feel his twitching, and then he pushes in deep, forcing me to fall against the back of the couch.

“I need to come,” I whine.

“You will.”

He slowly rocks in and out of me, grunting and moaning until he pulls all the way out and slides two fingers inside me.

“Oh, fuck.” I push back against his hand.

“Look at you,” he says in a low tone. “So needy.”

“Yes. Please.”

He removes his fingers and comes around to sit on the couch, pushing me back until I’m on my feet in front of him.

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