Page 139 of F*ckboys

He curses, his hand moving to my neck, holding it still. His thumb brushes across my pulse point, making me shiver.

"Good girl," he whispers, thrusting faster. "Mine."

I nod, unable to form words.

"Say it," he demands again.

I gasp, "I'm yours," as he sucks my earlobe.

He smirks against my skin, "Yes, you are. Now take what you've been given."

I squeeze my muscles around him, milking his cock as he plunges deeper still. We both groan, lost in the heat between us.

"Come for me, baby girl," he whispers, biting my neck gently.

I'm falling apart, my body spiraling out of control. "I'm coming," I moan, my orgasm hitting me hard.

He groans, thrusts one final time, and fills me with his warmth.

"Aksel," I whimper, as he pulls out, unable to hold back a sob.

He chuckles darkly, "That's my good girl."

He guides me to the shower, turning on the water to cool. I kneel on the slippery floor, the ceramic cold under my knees, as he steps in behind me, his hands on my hips.

"Open your mouth," he demands softly. From the expression on his face, his eyes dark with lust, I can tell we're not close to being done. And I'm totally okay with that.

I obey his command, my lips parting. He steps closer, his hard cock brushing my lips. I close my lips around the head, tasting him, exploring his flavor. My tongue swirls around him, and I take him deep, loving the feel of him in my mouth.

He gasps, "Fuck." His hands slide into my hair, holding me still with my lips wrapped around his shaft.

I suck him gently, savoring the taste of his essence, wanting it to linger. His hands on my head guide his cock deeper into my throat, and I choke a little, but I don't pull away.

"That's it, baby girl," he praises.

I look up at him through my eyelashes, unable to hide my need. He smirks, lifting me to my feet, taking my chin in his hand and pulling my face to his. Our lips meet in a fiery kiss. I motion toward the bed, and he pulls back with a groan. "Not yet."

His fingers disappear, and I whimper in protest. He grabs my hips roughly, turning me around, and pulling me back onto his cock in one swift motion. It feels amazing—so full, stretching me, claiming me. His hands fist in my hair, holding me in place as he takes me hard from behind. My head falls back against his chest, and I feel his other hand slide down my stomach to find my clit once more. This time, he doesn't tease but rubs in tight little circles, finding that spot that sends me over the edge.

My vision blurs as he pounds into me, our bodies slapping together, the water torrenting down on us. He grabs my hair, using it to pull my head back, exposing my neck. His teeth graze my skin, and I shudder. I'm at his mercy, vulnerable.

"Do you really want to be mine, Fallon?" he growls.

I nod, unable to form words, feeling his cock slide in and out of me, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust.

"Say it," he commands.

"I want to be yours," I whisper.

He smirks and kisses my neck, sucking a mark onto my skin. "Good girl."

His hips speed up, fucking me harder against the tile wall. I feel his thighs brace against my ass, holding me still. Our passionate moans fill the small bathroom. The water crashes around us, echoing off the tiles. He curses under his breath, his breath hot against my neck. His grip in my hair tightens, pulling slightly.

I arch my back, needing more, wanting to feel him. He slides his hand between my legs, finding my soaking wet folds. He teases me, circling his finger around my clit, making me gasp. Then he adds a second, stretching me wider.

"Aksel!" I cry out, needing him to fill that ache.

He laughs darkly, "You're so fucking mine."

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