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“Mhmm,” I murmured, my eyes taking her in with a small smile on my face.
“Have you ever fucked her?”
My eyes bulged and I choked on a swallow. “What the fuck?” I narrowed my eyes at her. She’d taken me completely by surprise. Of course it would cross her mind, and Sasha had been a little touchy feely at dinner, but that’s how she always was with everyone.
“You heard me.” She tugged her blouse over her head and my dick twitched when she stood before me in a matching lace plunge bra. Usually, she turned around when she changed, but tonight she stood in front of me, unashamed and sexy as hell. But I could see the anger rolling off her. She was pissed. And it made her all the hotter.
“No,” I answered as I stared at her tits.
“Really?” Her head shot up in surprise.
“Don’t act so surprised.”
“She’s beautiful, and since you’re a manwhore—”
“Was,” I corrected her.
“
“Don’t be embarrassed.” I crawled to the edge of the bed and wrapped her face in my hands, thumbs caressing her cheekbones. “I’m glad you asked. It was a legitimate question.”
“She had her hands all over you.” She pouted.
“She’s a tactile person.” I shrugged.
“I hated every minute,” she whispered and pressed her body closer to mine.
“You know what I hate?”
“Hmm?” she hummed as she worked her lips against mine.
“Every fucking minute I have to wait before being inside you again.”
She gasped before crawling up into my lap, her legs wrapped around me, her center radiating heat through the fabric of my jeans. So fucking hot.
“I can’t stand not being inside you,” I repeated between kisses. She moaned in response and I flipped her over on my bed, situated her beneath me, and ran my denim-covered dick between her legs.
“Nothing's stopping you,” she murmured against my lips. My dick hardened further.
“Don’t say that,” I groaned while my hips rocked into hers of their own will.
“Why?” she breathed, her sweet breath tickling my neck.
I fisted my hands in her hair, tugging a little too hard, but I think she liked it because her body arched up into mine in the most delicious and tantalizing fucking way as a soft groan swept past her lips. I did it again and she repeated the action.
“I can’t say no.” I slid a bra strap down her arm and kissed the sweet flesh that was exposed.
“I don’t want you to.”
“Fuck, Georgia.” I rocked harder into her, trying desperately to relieve the pressure of my aching cock against her hot core.
“I’m sick of waiting. Fuck me.” She moaned and it was all done for me. I slid an arm around her body and released the clasp of her bra in a quick flick. She popped the button on my jeans before I lifted off her and pulled my shirt over my head with one hand. I crashed back into her and sucked in a quick breath when our bodies made hot contact again. I kissed her possessively as I pulled the bra from her arms. I dipped my head and took one puckered nipple into my mouth and sucked, laving my tongue along the peak, taking in her taste, drawing the flesh out further. She moaned and fisted her fingers in my hair, pulling and murmuring my name in my ear. It was like angels singing. The words I’d fucking dreamed about for months now.
“I finally got you in a bed,” I teased, thinking back to all the other times we’d been together—on the beach, in the ocean, in the outdoor shower. I’d slept with her wrapped in my arms, but I’d never taken her in a bed.
I slid a palm down her torso. I wanted to draw this out; I wanted to fuck her as hard as I’d ever fucked anyone, but I also wanted to please her, show her pleasure she’d never felt before. I wanted to tantalize her before taking her and claiming her. My fingertips reached the end of her lace underwear and I tugged them slowly down her hips. Her hands tugged at my boxer briefs and my cock sprang from the fabric.
“Fuck please,” she whimpered.
“Please what, baby?” I ordered as I kneaded her breast in my palm and sucked her nipple. Her breathing came out in sharp pants. I knew I was being rough, but I couldn’t restrain myself. I’d waited so goddamn long for her.
“Make me yours.” She took my dick in her hand and angled it against her soaking wet flesh. My breath ratcheted up as she slid the head of my cock between her lips, up to the hardened bud and back down again.
“You were always mine.” I ground my teeth as I arched my dick up the sensitive flesh, making sure to spend extra time at her clit. The magic spot that had her draw in a sharp breath and bite her bottom lip on a moan. “This summer,” I said through gritted teeth, “you were mine.” I ran up her length. “When you were with him, you were mine.” I teased my head at her entrance.
“Yes,” she moaned and fisted her hands in her hair. I was driving her insane, turning her into a ball of hot need beneath me.
“Every fucking minute we were apart, you were mine,” I groaned and slid up her length one last time before sinking into her body. Shivers overtook me as I relished our connection. I pumped in and out of her slowly, letting her adjust to me as she moaned and arched seductively. “You’ll always be mine, Georgia.”
“God, yes. Always. Always yours, Tristan. Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop.” she panted as I sped up and slammed into her.
“Never.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to mark her, make our coupling unforgettable. Have her so strung out on me that she'd never leave me again because I couldn't survive without her. I slammed into her sweet body, our pelvic bones grinding, the sound of wet flesh and her soft moans echoing around the room. Her back arched, bringing her nipples to my lips. I sucked one into my mouth and tasted her. I twirled the elongated peak with my tongue as her body took me in. With one hand positioning me above her, one digging into the flesh of her hipbone, I dragged my teeth across her nipple as I released it and then sucked in the flesh high on her breast. Sucked and nipped, leaving an impression on her. I needed to have a piece of me on her, needed her to walk around with my mark on her body, and mostly, I needed her to see the reminder that I’d been here; that I’d been the one to give her pleasure like this, every morning that she looked in the mirror.
She groaned when I released her soft flesh from my mouth as her nails dug into my back. She pulled and dragged her nails across my taut muscles as I pumped into her beautiful body. I sat back on my thighs and pulled her along with me, our bodies connected as I thrust up into her. Her legs straddling mine, she sat on my thighs and wrapped her arms around me, our skin connecting from hip to chest.
She moaned and arched and pulled at my hair. She was so fucking wild, so uninhibited, not the sweet girl I’d been with this summer. She was a fucking animal for me as she arched her back and took all the pleasure I was giving her and I realized then that she was staking her claim as much as I was staking mine. Having Sasha here earlier had bothered her. I'd seen the spark of jealousy in her eyes when she'd thought I wasn't looking, and that's why she'd begged me to fuck her tonight. She needed me to show her I wanted her and only her. That I was hers. I never thought a woman getting possessive over me would be so hot, but fuck if it didn't drive me more insane for her.
I glanced down at my cock pumping in and out of her sweet body. Fucking heaven. The only place I ever wanted to be. My life would be complete if I could wake up to her beautiful smile every morning and sink myself inside her beautiful body every night.
“God,” she stuttered as I felt her hot pussy clenching around my dick. I powered into her. Her moans grew erratic as she rode me. She whipped her head up and grabbed both of my shoulders. Her hair landed in a curtain around her face as she sank her teeth into my shoulder.
“Fuck, Georgia,” I roared as she exploded in waves, milking my cock and making me come the hardest I could ever remembering. This fucking girl had me.
“You own me,” I panted as my hips slowed their thrusting and I emptied into her. She draped her body over mine, limp like a wet rag, her breasts crushed into my chest, her body heaving and slick with sweat. I lay back on
