Page 50 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

Without another word, I do as she asks, riding her cum filled pussy as if it is my last day on earth. She gives it back to me just as powerfully as I knew she would. She loves a good fucking and I love giving it to her.

I surprise her and piss her off when I pull her off my cock, but with a smile, I turn her around, taking her hands and placing them high above her head, linking our fingers on one hand so I can use my other hand to slide my dick back inside her. Then I take her hand again and rail her from behind.

“Be still, Princess,” I whisper in her ear.

She stops moving and it increases my arousal. I’m ready to burst, but I want her to come first, I need her to soak my dick with her cum before I shoot so much into her, it drips back out. The other men have joined us now.

“Ramsey,” I rasp.

He opens the shower door and steps inside.

“As soon as I’m done with this little whore, I want to watch you take her, wet and dripping with my cum.”

Her little mewl of desire, does it for me. I fuck her faster, thrusting deeply until I feel her clench around me, hear her gasp of ecstasy and then I let go, releasing the rest of my insecurity and fear and whatever other negative emotion that is lurking under the surface. I’ve been on autopilot since being taken by Vinnie and losing that sense of humanity that keeps me in the real world. I’ve done and said things that I should, that was required of me, but perhaps didn’t really feel. David gave me back a shred, enough to take my woman and allow her to give the rest of it back.

I kiss her shoulder and pull out of her, slapping her arse hard enough for her to yelp. Then I watch as Ramsey takes her shaking body and lifts her up, impaling her onto his rock-hard cock, knowing the question I want to blurt out will remain unasked because I know she will refuse me.

Marriage isn’t for her.

I never thought it was for me either and maybe it’s not.

Maybe I’m just overwhelmed with emotion right now and it’s a knee jerk reaction. I know she will always be mine. Ours. She doesn’t need a piece of paper to confirm that, and neither do I.

I’m perfectly content knowing she will never leave us.

I don’t need the trimmings.

I just need her.

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