Page 12 of His Bountiful Gifts (Men of the Sea)

Her pussy relaxes, and just as she sighs in relief, I slam forward, burying myself deep in her cunt. She screams and bucks, and I grab hold of her hips to keep my cock deep inside her.

“Ronan,” she cries out. “Fuuuck.”

I grab her hair and pull her head back until my mouth is near her ear. “You like that, little girl?”

“Fuck yes.” My mouth closes over her throat, nipping and biting and leaving my mark on her.

“You’re mine now, Ula. I claim you.”

I release her hair and she falls forward, panting on the table.

“Fuck, Ronan. I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

“This pussy belongs to me, you understand?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“No one else will touch this.” With every word, I slam into her, fucking her hard. I want to leave her raw. I want to destroy her.

The caravan shakes as I slam into her. Ula looks back at me, wide-eyed

“Someone will hear us.”

“I want them to hear us. I want everyone to know you are mine.”

She grips the table and I stand up straight, pulling her hips back toward me. Her pink asshole winks at me, and I rub my thumb over the puckered hole.

“Ronan,” she gasps.

My finger grazes her asshole. She cries out.

“Say my name, Ula.”

I slam into her, and she pants. “Ronan.”

“Say it louder. Every time I fuck you.”

“Ronan.”

“Scream it, angel. Who’s the daddy who’s fucking you?”

“Ronan!”

“That’s it, angel. Who does your pussy belong to?”

“Ronan,” she cries.

“Fuuuck.”

My thumb works her pink hole while my dick slams into her pussy.

She’s calling out my name, and I don’t care if the whole trailer park hears. I want them to know I own this pussy. This pussy is mine.

My hands run down her tits, and her breathing gets shallower.

“I think I’m gonna come,” she cries.

“Come for me, baby. I want to hear my name on your lips as you come.

She’s screaming now. She’s screaming my name over and over as I slam into her tight cunt, her pussy sucking the life out of me. I wait for her to fall over the edge before I let myself come.

It’s a tidal wave of release, my cum spiraling out in ropes and coating her womb, marking her with my seed, breeding her. Making her mine.

She cries my name one more time before collapsing onto the table, panting.

I withdraw from her warm nest and bundle her into my arms.

“You’re mine now, Ula. Whatever happens, you’re mine.”

I carry her into the bedroom and lay her gently down on the bed. Tucking her tired body between the sheets, I nestle behind her, my body fitting perfectly against hers. My angel. Destroyed and claimed.

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