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Fuuuuck.

I grab my dick and force it into her mouth. She takes it greedily and I pound her throat, her eyes watering when I pull out. “More?”

“Yes! More.”

I repeat it, thrusting hard, once, twice, three, four, five… then pull out. “Can’t tell you how fuckin’ good you look like this.”

“Please, Logan,” she begs. “I need it.”

I claim her mouth once more, memorizing how she looks like this. I could fill her smart mouth quickly if I wanted to, but I want my cum inside her pussy. Pulling out, I lift her up and sit her on the counter. I kick off my boots, removing my socks and finally my jeans and briefs. She makes light work of her sweatpants and I pull her panties aside, swiping my fingers through her wet heat.

“Pussy’s begging for it, Angel.”

“Fuck, yes. Touch me.”

“Say please.”

She wraps her arms around my neck as I tease her. “Please, Logan.”

She’s desperate, and I like my girl like this.

I tilt her chin up so her pretty blue eyes lock on mine. “Do you know how insane you make me?”

She shakes her head like she’s got no fucking clue.

I pinch her chin hard. “You got me thinkin’ things I shouldn’t. My job is to protect you, nothin’ more?—”

“Do you want more?” she breathes.

I swallow hard. “You make me want more.”

“Kiss me.” She doesn’t wait for me to close the gap, she does it all by herself.

Our lips meet and at the same time, I slide a finger inside her. The rumble of her groan vibrates right through her, and I finger fuck her sweet pussy, adding another finger while our mouths try to keep up.

I’m so rock hard. Kissing is intimate, more intimate than sex, which is why I never indulged in it with other women. But with Payden? I want to claim all of her.

“I don’t want this to be it,” I mutter against her lips.

“W-what do you mean?”

“This lie. Fakin’ it.”

“You want to not fake it?”

I grin against her mouth. “I know I want you. I know I don’t want any other man to have you, and I liked you on the back of my bike. Never let a woman ride on the back, you’re the first.”

“I know you think this is just about your big dick, that piercing, and your hot body, but it’s not.” Of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn’t it. “You drive me crazy. You, Logan. Everything about you sets my pulse on fucking fire and I don’t know what to do with it.”

“Say you’re mine, maybe that’s all we need to know.”

I palm her tit with one hand, pulling on her nipple as I continue to finger her. She tilts her head back so I can kiss her neck. My kiss turns into something more. Marking her. Making her mine. I want everyone to know when they see it that she belongs to me.

“Mine,” I repeat.

“Yours.” It’s faint, but she said the words. “I’m yours.”

I flick her clit and she orgasms immediately. My eyes take in her gorgeous form as she comes undone, spreading her legs wider for me, crimson rising up her neck.