“Micah!” she screamed. “Oh yes! Yes!”
“Fuck, baby. You feel incredible. Tight, hot, perfect. Made for me.” I dropped my mouth to her neck, biting down on her pulse. “You’re mine. Say it.”
I couldn’t hear it enough.
“Yes—yes,” she gasped. “Yours, Micah.”
“Damn right.”
I pulled out and sat back on my heels, grabbing her ankles and lifting them into the air. Her thighs parted automatically, and I spread them wide—opening her into a perfect V, her slick center exposed and swollen, dripping down onto the sheets.
“Open wider for me,” I ordered, my voice thick with hunger. “I want to see exactly how deep I can get.”
She moaned, her legs straining as I pushed them farther apart, then slammed back into her so hard she cried out. My grip stayed tight on her ankles, keeping her wide open as I drove in deep and punishing. Her body was so fucking responsive—gripping me like she never wanted to let go. Soaking me with every filthy, perfect stroke. I was so deep I felt the head of my cock hitting her cervix with every pump of my hips.
“You hear that?” I rasped, watching my cock disappear into her slick, flushed pussy, filling the room with the slap of our sweat-soaked skin. “That’s the sound of you giving me everything. And I’m taking it, baby. All of it.”
Her whole body writhed under me, eyes glazed with lust, her mouth falling open on a cry that made my balls draw up tight.
“You’re gonna come again,” I promised, fucking her harder and faster. “You’re gonna come with me buried so deep you’ll feel me for days. Every fucking step, every breath, every time you sit down…you’ll think about who owns this pussy, these sexy tits, that pretty little ass. You’ll know you’re mine.”
I shifted my grip, dragging her legs over my shoulders and folding her hips higher, changing the angle just enough to hit even deeper. “I’m gonna fill you so full, you’ll be dripping with my come.”
Her whole body jerked, and she screamed my name. “Micah, oh!”
“That’s it,” I growled. “Give it to me. Let me fucking have it.”
I dropped forward, pinning her under my weight, grinding into her with rough, pounding thrusts. My mouth found hers, swallowing her moans as I rutted deep—claiming her, breeding her.
“Won’t let you go,” I breathed against her lips. “Ever. I fucking need you like air, Rylin. Can’t live without you.”
She shattered beneath me—her body clamping tightly around my cock, arms flying up to cling to my back as she camewith a scream that tore out of her throat like a war cry. I drove through it, not slowing, until the pressure finally detonated in my spine.
I buried myself to the hilt and roared her name as I came, harder than I ever had in my life. Hot jets of come flooded her tight little pussy, filling her so deep she sobbed into my mouth. My entire body went rigid, every muscle drawn tight, and my heart slamming in my chest as wave after brutal wave tore through me until I nearly passed the hell out.
When my vision returned, and my breathing began to regulate, I collapsed on top of her, still half-hard inside her.
“Rylin, baby?” I panted as I rolled to my back, taking her with me.
“Hmmm?” she mumbled, soft and slurred, sprawled out over my chest like a limp noodle.
The sound made me chuckle, something deep in me easing.
I didn’t pull out. Couldn’t. Not yet.
I wrapped both arms around her waist and pressed her tighter to me, one hand sliding up her spine until it settled in her sweat-damp hair. Her scent wrapped around me—something I knew was going to tantalize me for the rest of my life.
Her legs were tangled with mine, naked tits pressed against my chest, and her skin still trembled in little aftershocks.
“I’m yours, too.”
Rylin sighed, and her contentment was almost palpable.
“Good,” she whispered after a second, the sound coming out on a bit of a wheeze, as though it took monumental effort for her to talk.
I kissed her temple and murmured. “I want this every fucking day, Rylin. Every night.”
She made a sound that I figured was an agreement.
