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“Damn babe, is this for me?” I ask, playfully nipping at her throat.

“All for you, always,” she whispers and it’s almost my undoing.

My fingers trail higher, higher until I reach her wet heat. My middle finger dips into her tight pussy and a breath hisses out of me. She’s so fucking wet as I pump my fingers, first one, then a second, then another until I have three buried deep inside her. She rides my hand in earnest as my hand around her throatholds her in position. She bucks faster and faster and I can feel the moment she reaches the peak and then tumbles over, her pussy gripping my fingers, drawing me in deeper and deeper until I can't take anymore. Until I rip through the button on my jeans, shoving them and my underwear down just enough that I can lift Sage and sheath myself inside her in one smooth motion.

She cries out, her pussy still spasming as it grasps my cock, trying to milk me for all I’m worth.

“Takoda, fuck, it’s too much, too much.”

“No,” I growl, my voice foreign to my ears, “you’re going to take it, take every. Last. inch.” I fuck up into her, an arm wrapped around her back, the other gripping her ass.

I use my grip on her to fuck her harder, harder, pulling her off my cock before slamming back into her. She screams my name again, her legs clamping tighter around me and the tell tale tingles start at the base of my back, growing until my body stiffens and I groan out my orgasm. Sage’s pussy clamps down again, and she flings forward in my arms, gripping tight as her teeth bite into the meaty part of my shoulder, the pain mixed with pleasure causing my cock to jump and Sage to groan.

Holy fuck. I stumble into the lounge, dropping onto the couch, Sage in my lap, arms tight around me. My head spins and I’m pretty certain Sage has taken a chunk out of my shoulder. We sit in silence, Sage’s heartbeat matching mine as our chests press together, breaths coming slower, and a sense of calm settling over us.

A hoarse giggle bursts out of Sage, and she presses a kiss to my abused shoulder. “I bit it, so it’s mine.”

I slap her ass cheek, revelling in the jiggle it creates. “And I slapped it, so it’s mine.”

Sage straightens and sits back slightly, looking down at where we’re still joined. “You messed it up, it’s yours.”

“Mine,” I whisper, pushing her hair back, over her shoulders.

Sage snorts. “Possessive much?”

“A little.”

“Good, because you’re mine too.” She settles into my arms, hers tucked up like little t-rex arms between us. “Do you wanna get divorced?”

“Fuck no!” I reply in an instant. “Do you?”

“Fuck no,” Sage replies just as quick and I can feel her lips tilt up.

“I love you, Sage. More than words can ever say.”

“I love you too, Takoda. Even if you were a dumbass for a while there.”

I laugh, the movement causing Sage to bounce in my lap. And there goes my cock, hardening again.

Sage does a little wriggle, then moans as the angle adjusts and my cock hits someplace deep inside her that she likes.

“Takoda?”

“Hmm?”

“Am I your ride or die?”

“Yup.”

She gives me a sly grin as she moves higher up on her knees, then drops down into my lap. “Then let's ride!”

Epilogue I

Joe

The gentle rap on the window has my heart flutter and my stomach drop. I know what that soft sound means.

I turn on the lamp and make my way to the door, sliding the deadbolt across, and twisting the door handle.