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He kisses me, moving me across the room, then spins me around, pressing my chest to the cold counter. His belt buckle hits the floor, and the rasp of his zipper fills the air. Then the thick, hot length of him slides against my ass. He leans over my body and grazes my lobe and promises, "This isn't anything yet, sweetheart. Gonna stretch you open and fuck you till the only word you remember is my name. Now tell me you want it." He licks my lobe.

I'm delirious, don't know where this woman inside me came from, and pant, "Yes."

He kicks my feet wider, slides his arm under my waist, and yanks my ass toward the air. He pushes inside me with one long, relentless stroke, groaning.

I gasp, my walls spasming against him.

He grunts, stays still for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him, before he draws back and slides in again, setting a deep, unhurried rhythm that makes my toes curl.

"J-Jagger!" I whimper.

He firmly grips my hip, then takes his other hand and wraps his fist around my hair, tugs it, and his hot breath murmurs against my ear, "Look at your tight cunt taking me so good."

A deep moan comes out of me.

"Is this what you needed, sweetheart? A real man to fuck you right?" he taunts, picking up the speed.

"Yes—God, yes." Every thrust punches the air from my lungs. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the small apartment, mixed with my moans and his rough curses.

He kisses my neck, clenching my hair tighter, and lifts his other hand off my hip. He reaches around to rub my clit, relentlessly, demanding, "Come on my cock, darlin'. Let me feel your pretty pussy squeeze me."

An orgasm crashes over me hard. I cry out, my walls pulsing around him. But he doesn't stop, fucking me through it, drawing it out until I'm shaking uncontrollably.

He pulls out, spins me, and lifts me like I weigh nothing, propping me up on the counter. Then he's inside me again, deeper, hitting angles that make me see white.

"Look at me," he demands.

I bat my lids, fighting to focus.

His eyes are wild, his jaw tight, and sweat coats his brow. He fucks me like he's claiming me in hard, possessive strokes that have me clawing at his shoulders. His hand stays in my hair, fingers tight. He licks my lips and kisses me, then pulls back, watching me, saying crazy things that turn me hotter.

"Look at my good girl letting me fuck her hard, take every fucking thrust. This pussy belongs to me right now."

"I'm marking you as mine. Gonna keep you warm and full while I kiss you stupid, baby girl."

"Can't wait to feel your swollen lips on my cock, darlin'."

"Keep those pretty eyes on me while I push even deeper. Fuck, you're so beautiful like this."

He thrusts harder, and I claw his back.

Arrogance flickers in his expression, and his lips curl on the edges. He gently mutters in my ear, "Yeah, baby. This is what it's like when I take care of you." Then he scoops me up, carries me over to the bed, and turns me on my stomach, stretching my arms over my head and wrapping my fingers around the headboard bars.

His lips trail my spine, and I shudder. He takes his knee and inches mine out. "Spread those legs wider, doll." Then he puts the tip of his dick next to my hole, ordering, "Beg me. Tell me how bad you need me to wreck this cunt."

I'm spinning in lust. My voice comes out hoarse, "Please."

He pushes back inside me, thrusting hard then slowly withdrawing, praising, "You're soaking me. Such a dirty girl pretending to be innocent till I bent you over."

I grip the bars tighter, gasping for air every time he pushes in, my walls spasming harder, my body unable to stop shaking.

"Shit, baby, you're squeezin' me so tight."

Adrenaline floods me. Delirious, I blurt out, "Oh my god! You're so deep…ahh! Fuck me harder!"

He groans. "Good fucking girl." He leans on his knee and pushes my thigh in the air. He drives in deeper.

"Jesus! Jagger!" Stars burst in my eyes.