"Fuck, Zach!" I cry, my voice breaking as he sucks harder, his other hand moving to my neglected tit, smearing cream across it with a roughness that borders on pain.
He devours my breasts like a starved man, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue flicking and teasing until I'm writhing beneath him, my pussy drenching his cock with my fucking juices.
The sounds are obscene—slurping, sucking, the wet slap of skin on skin, my moans mixing with his guttural groans.
"Who do you belong to, Caroline?" he demands, his voice rough and commanding.
"You, Zach," I pant, my nails digging into his back, leaving angry red marks as I cling to him. "Only you."
He slows his rhythm for a moment, his eyes burning into mine.
"You were so fucking beautiful tonight," he growls, his voice rough with possession. "Every guy in there couldn't take their eyes off you. It made me want to gouge their fucking eyes out just for looking." His pace suddenly accelerates, each thrust harder than before, the bed frame creaking beneath us.
"They can look all they want," he snarls against my ear, "but this—" he slams into me with punishing force, "this is mine. Only mine. YOU are mine!"
My moan tears through the room, primal and unrestrained. "God, yes!" I gasp, my voice breaking with raw need.
My hips buck wildly against his, matching his ferocity thrust for thrust.
The second he growls that possessive line, something inside medetonates. My hormones just heard his caveman voice and said,“YES, LET’S BE FERAL.”
Heat rushes through me so fast I swear my soul does a cartwheel.
God help me, but his possessiveness? That shit turns me on like nothing else.
His hands shoot up to capture my wrists, pinning them above my head in one swift, commanding motion. I'm completely at his mercy now, my body arching to take him impossibly deeper, silently demanding more of his savage possession.
He thrusts into me again, his cock pistoning in and out of my slick cunt with a brutality that leaves me breathless.
"Say my name—only mine," he growls, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make my entire body jolt.
"Zach!" I scream, the word tearing from my throat like a fucking prayer.
My body shakes with the beginnings of an earth-shattering orgasm. He doesn’t let up, his rhythm unrelenting, his cock fucking me so deep I can feel it in my fucking soul.
The whipped cream is smeared across my chest, my tits glistening with a mix of sweat and sweetness, and Zach's mouth is everywhere—my neck, my tits, my lips—as he claims me completely.
I am his, and he isn't going to stop until I’m screaming his name loud enough to wake the fucking dead.
He pulls back slowly, almost completely withdrawing, and I whimper in protest. His eyes burn into mine, wild and possessive.
"Say you're mine, baby."
"I'm yours," I gasp, desperate for him to fill me again.
He slams back inside me with such force that a scream rips from my lungs.
"Again," he demands, voice guttural. "Tell me you're mine. Forever mine."
"I'm yours!" Every thrust feels deeper than the last, his cock stretching me, claiming me. "I'm yours, Zach! Always..." Each word punctuated by the delicious friction of him moving inside me.
His face contorts with pleasure as he alternates between punishing thrusts and torturous slow strokes, like he's savoring every second of my surrender.
"I want to stay buried inside you forever," he pants against my mouth before capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. "Feel you clenching around my cock. Its fucking divine."
My legs lock around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as I cling to him desperately.
"Baby," I gasp, my voice breaking as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak. "I'm so close—please don't stop." My fingers claw at his shoulders as the tension coils tighter and tighter inside me.
