I lean into her. “Wrap your legs around my neck.”

She does.

A wail escapes her lips when I ram deep inside her.

“This feels so, so good,” she cries out, as I pound into her.

Sofia alternates between cursing and praying.

There’s nothing soft or sweet about the way our skin slaps together, or her guttural cries.

This new level of passion is raw and unapologetic. Every single time I’m with her, she removes a layer of what I thought I knew about myself.

I close a hand around her throat.

Her eyes widen.

“You’re mine, Sofia. All. Fucking. Mine.”

“Yes—yes, I am,” she manages.

“Damn right you are.”

I’m unhinged.

I drive into her like I’m punishing her for making me fall in love with her.

I’m close.

I loosen my grip around her neck. “Rub your clit for me.”

Her hand nestles between her pussy lips.

Our gazes never waver.

“Ah! I— I— Oh—”

“Let it go, baby. Don’t fight it,” I command. “Come hard for me.”

“God! Bryce!”

Her cry of ecstasy is all it takes to send me over the edge.

I ride her until I reach my own release, slamming into her one more time before withdrawing my cock and placing it on top of her stomach.

“Christ!” I groan, tilting my head back, and closing my eyes, stars dancing behind my lids. With a roar, I erupt, my cum shooting onto her stomach “God, Sofia!”

I attempt to catch my breath.

It’s a challenge.

“I thought you were going to tie me down.”

I open my eyes.

She’s right.

Her pussy is so potent, I can’t think straight.