I spin her around and bend her over the workbench. She braces her hands, ass grinding back against me. I grab a condom from my pocket and roll it on before notching myself at her wet entrance.
“Tell me you want this,” I rasp against her ear.
“We can’t?—”
I slam home in one brutal thrust.
Her scream tears through the small space.
“Quiet.” My hand clamps over her mouth, muffling the sound. “Unless you want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel.”
She moans against my palm, body clenching around me. The workbench scrapes against the floor with each impact, tools rattling. I loop my arm beneath her breasts and lift her torso off the workbench. The new angle drives me deeper, and she keens behind my hand.
“Feel that?” I thrust harder. “Feel how perfectly you fit around my cock like the good girl you are for me?”
She nods frantically.
My hand slides from her mouth to her throat. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she gasps. “Julien, I?—”
“Say it again.”
“Yours. I’m yours.”
Fuck, hearing that from her pretty mouth is like gasoline on the fire raging through my veins. I thrust deeper, harder, claiming every inch of her tight heat. She clenches around my cock like she’s made for me, pulling me in, begging without words, and my patience is gone.
I snap my hips forward, the workbench rattling with each punishing drive. She feels incredible. Wet and slick, gripping me so perfectly I can barely think straight. Tools clatter to the floor—screwdriver, wrench, doesn’t matter. All that exists is her body under mine, the way she arches back, ass grinding against my pelvis, desperate for more.
“Dakota,” I growl, my hand tightening around her throat to feel her pulse hammering. “You’re mine. And I won’t lose what’s mine.”
She whimpers, her inner walls fluttering around me. She’s close again. I can feel it in how she trembles, and how her breaths come in short, needy gasps.
I release her throat, sliding my hand down to pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers until she bucks wildly. My balls tighten, pleasure coiling low in my gut, but I hold back. Not yet. I want her screaming my name first.
“Come for me.” I angle my hips, chasing that edge where she unravels, making her whole body seize. “Be a good girl and show me.”
“Julien.” She throws her head back, thighs trembling.
“You’re mine.” I slam forward and stay inside her, grinding as deep as I can.
At once, all the tension leaves her body as she cries out, turning into a hot shaking mess. Her pussy is clamping down on me so hard she takes me right with her, and I have to bite her shoulder to muffle my groans.
Fuck.
She’s perfect.
I catch my breath, reveling in the feeling of her pussy enveloping my twitching cock.
Wrecked, still responsive, and mine.
“Hmm.” I graze my lips on the back of her shoulder. “So beautiful when you’re falling apart for me.”
She huffs, her body pulsing with aftershocks, making her shiver in my arms. I breathe her in, burying my face in her hair. There is that scent again, the one I can’t name but would know anywhere.
“You okay?” I murmur.
She nods, still catching her breath.
