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I simply growled in response.
Wasting no time, I tugged off her tank and then her panties before sliding two fingers into her heat, stretching her open. She squeezed those fingers tightly, and I moaned just imagining how good she would feel around my cock.
“So beautiful,” I murmured with approval as I slid down.
Molding her breasts with my hands, I sucked and bit her nipples until she was writhing beneath me, and then I journeyed down her body, pressing my mouth against her stomach, nibbling and kissing until all she seemed to want was to burst into flames.
Rising up on my elbows, I surveyed her hungrily before pushing her legs out a little. Now she was even more exposed and vulnerable before my gaze.
I cupped her wet sex. “Knees up to your stomach. Wide.”
Giving me a salacious grin, she did what I commanded.
Damn. She follows instructions so well.
I pressed her knees outward, tipping her womanhood up in the air while gazing straight into her eyes. “This is how I always want you—open and ready for whatever I want and need from you.” I slid my fingers between the wet folds of her heat. “This cunt is mine to do with as I please.”
She arched up, wiggling closer, as my thumb circled and played with her clit.
“Whether it’s with my cock or mouth, this pussy is all mine.”
I stroked her smoldering wetness. She shivered as if she was on the verge of exploding. But I had no intention of letting her until she offered what I needed to hear—her soft request.
“Core,” she whispered. “I . . . need—dammit. Please lick my pussy.” Her breathing was ragged.
“My pleasure, Sinful.”
My hands curled around her thighs, spreading her wider, and my tongue thrust into her heat. That one lick sent her spiraling over the edge.
She wailed, “Core,” like a prayer.
I pulled my head back, watching how her skin glowed and her eyes dilated, as my fingers continued to stretch her. “Louder, Sinful.”
Her fingers gripped the sheets. “Dammit, Core.”
“Louder,” I demanded.
She was panting as her hips bucked wildly. My fingers pushed harder. She moaned louder when my finger found her clit again, playing with it mercilessly. She cried out and came again.
Panting and wasted, she lay boneless while I kicked off my pants and put on a condom. Getting back onto the bed, I hovered right above her, my weight on my knees between her thighs. Directing my head into position, I slipped in smoothly.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Her hazel eyes smoldered with intensity as my girth stretched her tight cunt.
With her nails desperately digging into my back, I grunted, “This cunt belongs to me,” while fully seating myself with my balls bumping against her ass.
Feeling possessed, I grazed her lips and jaw. After pulling out, I sank back in with ruthless precision, hitting her G-spot. I wanted to fuck her until she was begging for air to breathe.
Her legs wrapped around my waist as I continued to hit her G-spot, making her legs quiver. I groaned when her slit sucked me in farther as I pumped harder. Her hips tilted up, and I adjusted my movements so, with each stroke, I brushed against her clit. The deeper I pumped, the louder she screamed. Her head thrashed back as I slid in and out. She wriggled beneath me. She was trembling, humming low. She stilled her hips so she could feel every inch of my pulsing manhood.
“I can’t get enough of your cunt. I’m going to fuck you all night until you can’t stand, darling,” I growled into her ear, my cock forcing its way inside her again and again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, digging her nails into me like a wild woman.
I continued pumping, hard and controlled, making her mine with each stroke.
The entire time, we never looked away from each other. I couldn’t help but love the way our bodies connected—stroke for stroke, touch for touch.
