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It also limits what can happen right now. Anna is too fucking precious for her first time to be on the couch in my office. That can wait for tonight. Right now, I'm going to replace her memories of Grieves's hands on her with mine.

I'll do it as many times as I need to until she never thinks of that bastard's touch again.

Pulling her to stand where I want her, I sit on the couch so I have a perfect view of her body. "Take off your clothes."

Her eyes widen, but the tension in her body lessens. She likes when I tell her what to do and it turns me on in ways I've never experienced to have her respond to my orders the way she does.

After toeing off her sneakers, Anna shrugs out of her hoodie, revealing the points of her nipples behind the thin fabric of her top. Without hesitating, she grabs the hem and tugs it over her head. Her generous breasts sway as she moves to push her leggings and underwear down her hips together. She kicks them off, leaving her in nothing but her tiny no-show socks.

She lifts her leg to remove one, but I jerk my head in the negative. "Leave them on."

Her head cocks to one side, like she's trying to figure out why I would tell her to do that, but she shrugs and obediently drops her foot back to the floor.

She's so fucking sexy wearing nothing but her little white socks.

Taking in my fill of her sensual but innocent beauty, I get my jacket and shirt off without breaking eye contact with her. I leave my slacks on because I'm not sure I would be able to stop burying myself in her sweet pussy otherwise.

Then, I pat my thigh. "Come here."

Anna immediately moves forward and I guide her to sit sideways on my lap. If she straddles me, it would be too easy to unzip my trousers and pull my cock out before driving up into her virgin depths.

"Put this around my neck," I tell her, brushing her left arm.

She does it, leaving her breasts and the rest of her body open to my seeking hands.

I reach around with my right hand and cup her fleshy mound. Anna moans softly from that simple connection. Rhythmically squeezing and releasing, I gently pinch her nipple at the end of every contraction of my hand.

Her ass shifts restlessly on my thighs.

"You are mine to touch," I tell her.

She lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing against me. "Yes."

I take my time bringing her to a climax, bringing her to the brink and then backing off over and over until she's breathing like she's run a marathon and her pussy is leaving a wet patch on my pantleg.

"Can you feel my hands?" I ask her, one buried between her legs, two fingers slowly fucking her slick channel and the other plucking at her nipple.

"Uh huh."

"Do they make you feel good?"

She nods, her lips parted, but no sound coming out.

"Your body was made for me," I tell her. Then I slam my lips on hers and violently claim her mouth.

She returns my kiss with fervid passion, her tongue tangling with mine, her teeth grinding against my lips. There is nothing sweet about this kiss. I am not feeling sweet. Neither is she. She belongs to me, and I will imprint my touch onto her skin so she can remember no other hands on her than mine.

Chapter 32

CIAN

I grab Anna's tit tight and squeeze. She'll have matching marks on this one to the onesheleft on her other soft globe. These marks will belong though.

They are my right to give, and shewantsthem.

The way she presses her soft flesh into my hand says as much. But then she moans. "Yes, like that. I want to feel you."

Continuing to roughly knead her tit, I press against her clit with my thumb and shove my fingers deep inside her. I feel the barrier no one else has breached. I push deeper and she screams against my lips as her vaginal walls contract around my fingers in a climax.

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