Fuck. I have never, ever felt this possessive over a woman.
I want her branded on me for the entire world to see.
She’s mine, and mine only.
Fuck that stupid motherfucker who let her go. Biggest mistake of his life.
I don’t know how I got lucky enough to get to call her mine. But I am. And I will never take it for granted.
“Move, please,” she begs, pushing back against me.
Desire races through my veins as my need to take her hard and fast consumes me.
Be gentle, a little voice screams in my head.
She’s yours; don’t break her.
But I fucking need to.
I need her sated and trembling with only thoughts of me filling her head.
Fire licks at my insides, my muscles burning to fuck her.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” I warn through clenched teeth.
“Then don’t. I’m not made of glass. Take what you need.”
“Freya,” I breathe, squeezing my eyes closed as I fight to hold myself back.
“I mean it, Cole. Fuck me. Hard and fast. However you want. I’m yours. I can take it.”
Her pussy clenches around me, encouraging me to do exactly what she just said.
“If I need you to stop, I’ll tell you.”
My nostrils flare.
“Please, Cole. Please. Fuck me.” She pushes back again, taking me as deep as possible, and my restraint snaps.
My grip on her hips tightens even more, my fingertips digging into her soft skin as I pull my hips back before thrusting in.
Freya shoots forward with the force of my movement, but I hold her in place as I repeat the action.
“Cole. Fuck. Yes,” she cries with every one of my thrusts.
“Fuck. Yes. Take my cock. Fuck. Look at you,” I pant as I take exactly what I need from my girl.
Her fingers twist in the sheets as she cries out every time I hit her deep.
“You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes,” she cries, her body trembling with her need to come again.
“You’re such a good girl, Freya. You take my cock so well. So wet. So tight,” I mutter absently as I watch where we connect, and the sound of skin slapping skin fills my apartment.
“Please,” she begs.
“What do you want?”
