Page 138 of F*ckboys

I dig my nails into his shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his skin. "I'm yours."

"Say it," he demands, slamming his hips against me.

"I'm yours," I pant, feeling him filling me up.

"That's my good girl," he whispers. Then, he pulls his fingers out, making me gasp at the loss. He leads me to the bed, throws me down on my back, and positions his thick cock at my entrance.

He pushes in, filling me slowly, watching my face as he buries himself inside me. I try to act nonchalant to tease him, but my body betrays me as it clenches around him, needing him despite everything. He growls low in his throat, his eyes darken with hunger. "You're mine now, Fallon."

I bite my bottom lip, my body aching to be claimed. "Yes," I whisper. "Yours."

Aksel's hands tighten on my hips, holding me still as he begins to move. I gasp at the sensation—this brutal, unyielding possession. He's rough and demanding, his hips slamming against me over and over again. I can't help but cry out with each thrust, the friction causing my thighs to burn. But it feels so good.

He groans against my neck, his body shuddering as he starts to pick up speed. "You feel so fucking tight," he mutters, teeth grinding together. "My beautiful queen."

I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of him inside me. The way he fills me up completely, taking what has always really been his.

His hands roam lower, cupping my ass cheeks, pulling me harder against his hips. "Look at me," he commands.

I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. His eyes are wild, his mouth twisted into a grimace of pleasure.

"Fallon," he groans, his voice ragged. "You're so fucking tight."

I moan, unable to contain myself as I feel him pulsing inside me. "Aksel..."

He picks up the pace, driving deeper and harder, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. "You're all mine now," he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. "My sweet lover."

I can't help but arch my back, meeting his intensity. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving red marks as he thrusts harder still. The bed creaks under us, the sound punctuating the air.

Aksel's hips buck against me, driving himself deeper than before, claiming me completely. I cry out, feeling the warmth seep between us. He's filled me, marked me, taken me as his own.

He pulls out, both of us panting heavily.

"Turn around," he commands, his tone low and deadly.

I swallow hard and do as he says, turning to face the headboard. The cool, smooth wood feels good against my flushed skin.

Aksel spanks my ass. "Good girl," he murmurs before he pulls me back into his embrace, his cock sliding into my soaking pussy once again. He begins to move again, slowly at first, then faster. His hands roam over my body, exploring every inch.

I gasp, feeling the sting of the slap on my ass cheek. "That's it, baby girl," he whispers. "Feel it."

I moan, my body responsive to his touch. Aksel's lips trail hot fire over my shoulder, down my spine. "You belong to me, Fallon. My pet."

I shudder at his words, part of me hating them but another part loving the domination.

"Yes, Aksel," I whisper breathlessly.

His hips slam into me, driving home his point. His thick cock hits my g-spot over and over, claiming it as his. Groans escape him, mingling with my own moans.

"You like that, don't you?" he demands, his voice rough.

"Yes," I whimper.

His hand finds my clit, rubbing slowly at first, then more roughly as he thrusts harder. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out. My hips buck of their own accord, demanding more.

"Say it," he orders, his fingers relentless.

"I'm yours."

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