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“Goddam I…I—” a guttural roar escapes his lips as he spills inside me, refusing to pull out.
“Mine,” he mutters, collapsing onto me. His weight pins me down, our bodies still joined.
“Yours,” I echo weakly, my heart pounding in my chest. The room is filled with the scent of sweat and sex. Gosh, I am definitely going to need to clean this room myself because I cannot have the cleaners smelling all this.
He rolls off me, but not far as he takes me with him. Just enough so I can breathe again. His hand remains on my hip, possessive, insistent. He’s still in me and how is he still semi hard? I thought it would, you know, shrink and slip out.
“You’re a possessive bastard, you know that?” I tease, but there’s no heat behind my words.
“Mhm. Now go to sleep and keep my dick in you. He’s quite fucking happy to live there now, covered in both of us.”
“There’s something wrong with you.” I tell him but his eyes are already closed, and his breath is evening out, so I give up trying to argue with him and just lay down against his chest as I feel my own eyelids begin to flutter.
No one tells you how utterly exhausting sex is. They should have led with that.
Chapter 22
Jeremiah
Iwake to the soft caress of Oakley’s breath against my chest, her body curled into mine like she was made to fit there. Trailing my fingers along the delicate curve of her spine, I savor the warmth of her bare skin.
Last night’s memories flood back in vivid detail—the desperation in her eyes as she confessed her feelings, the taste of her lips, the velvet heat of her cunt stretching around my cock. A possessive growl rumbles in my throat. She’s mine now officially, branded by my touch, her innocence devoured by me and my feelings for her.
She stirs, her thick lashes fluttering open to reveal those piercing blue eyes that have haunted my dreams for years. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she shifts against me, no doubt feeling the lingering ache from the way I fucked her.
Claimed her.
“Good morning.” My voice is a low, gravelly purr as I brush the tousled blonde locks from her face. “How are you feeling?”
A rosy flush blooms across her cheeks, those plump lipsparting in that irresistible pout. “S-sore,” she whispers, unable to meet my gaze. “But…good. Really good.”
Chuckling, I tilt her chin up to hold her captive with my stare. “You were incredible last night, bunny. So tight, so fucking perfect for me.” I lean in, nipping at the tender flesh of her throat. “The way you took every thick inch like you were made for it.”
She trembles against me, those tantalizing little breaths fanning across my skin. I can smell her arousal, sweet and musky, mingling with the lingering scent of sex from last night.
Oakley melts into me, her nails raking down my arm as she whimpers into the kiss. I could drown in her, the scent and feel of her surrounding me until I can’t breathe anything but her essence. Growling, I roll her beneath me, pinning her deliciously small frame with my weight as I grind my already throbbing dick against her slick heat.
She gasps, her back arching as I trail scorching kisses along the graceful column of her neck. “Jeremiah.” My name is a breathless plea on her lips, driving me to sink my teeth into that spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
“I know you’re sore, baby,” I rasp against her skin, rocking my hips in a slow grind that has her writhing and panting beneath me. “But I can’t get enough of this perfect little cunt.” Reaching between us, I brush my fingers through her dripping folds, reveling in the way her eyes flutter and her lips part on a broken moan.
With a wolfish grin, I guide the thick head of my cock to her entrance, catching on that plump rim before easing just an inch inside her. Oakley keens, her nails scoring lines down my back as I fuck that same inch in and out of her.
I pull out and slide the underside of my cock between hertwo lips, letting her wetness provide for us as I use her body for my own.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl against the swell of her breast, laving one dusky nipple with my tongue. “Gonna fuck you anyway I can.”
We’re both trembling and slick with sweat, as I rain openmouthed kisses along her collarbone and the tops of those perfect tits.
“You feel so goddamn good, Oakley,” I grate out, fighting the urge to start pounding into her with reckless abandon. “Like you were made to take my cock.”
She whimpers, her thighs quivering on either side of my hips as she tries to grind up against me. “Please…” The broken plea has me shuddering, my control stretched to the breaking point.
With a rumbling growl, I hook my arms beneath Oakley’s knees and push them up toward her chest, spreading her further open for me. Her back bows off the mattress as I rut between her legs, my cock head catching on her entrance every now and then as I dip into it just a bit. Her eyes rolling back in her head as her mouth drops open on a broken wail.
“That’s it, bunny,” I snarl against the slick skin of her calf, nipping at the tender flesh. “Take what I’m giving you. Every…fucking…bit.” I punctuate each word with a brutal thrust, savoring the way her tight little cunt flutters and clenches around me, desperate to feel me bottom out in her and fill her hungry little snatch with my cum.
Oakley’s hands fist in the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side as I ruthlessly chase my own orgasm, using her body for my selfish gratification. But I know she’s loving every second, her cries spiraling higher and higher until they’re broken sobs of bliss.
