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“You’re not going to ask for permission?” I ask, joking, but half serious.

He slowly sinks two fingers into my sex. “You belong to me now. I don’t have to ask before I take what’s mine.” He pushes forward and drives me hard into the mattress.

“Ahh.” Oh fuck, that hurts. Holy… shit… ahhh!

“Relax.” He growls. His fingers start to slowly pump my sex and my mouth drops open with a deep arousal. Oh God, this is a new sensation. I’ve never done this before.

I pant to try and deal with his claiming.

“Let me fuck you the way I want to fuck you.”

He slowly slides out and drives back home in one deep pump.

We both groan.

Oh dear God. This is Bad Boy Heaven in all its glory.

He slides in and out, again and again.

After a few uncomfortable minutes, my body finally loosens and the sensation turns to enjoyment. As if sensing the exact moment I begin to enjoy it, he smacks my behind. “That’s it, baby, ride me home.”

He lifts my hips and starts to take what he wants, deep hard pumps with his fingers just at the right tempo into my sex.

I have never felt something so naughty, so forbidden, and so fucking good in all of my life.

He pinches my clit between his fingers and I nearly go through the roof.

“Oh, yeah,” he purrs in a deep guttural growl. “You feel so fucking good. This ass. This beautiful fucking ass.”

Our bodies slap together and I’m close… Oh God. This orgasm is going to be so strong, it’s going to hurt.

He slaps me hard on the behind again and it’s the smart of the slap and the depth of his cock that sends me spiralling over the edge. I fall forward as my body convulses, and I scream out face down into my pillow.

He picks up the pace and pumps me hard and fast and my legs turn to jelly.

I can’t… I can’t take any more.

Hard and deep. Hard and deep… so hard and deep.

He grabs my hipbones and slams brutally to stay buried deep inside. I feel the deep jerk of his cock. “Oh… Rosh,” he calls.

He slowly slides in and then back out, and I stay still with my face buried deep into the pillow.

Holy fucking shit. What was that?

He eventually pulls me back and sits me up on his lap and kisses me over my shoulder. His kiss is tender and caring.

I fall back on his chest with my head on his shoulder as I look up at the ceiling, panting, breathless, and completely overwhelmed. My heart is beating so fast. He is still deep inside me and his lips are worshipping every inch of my face.

His words come back to me about me being his.

“When did I become yours?” I whisper into the darkness.

He kisses me gently over my shoulder, his lips tenderly claiming mine. This is the most intimate sex I have ever had. I feel so… cherished.

Sexual perfection.

He slides out and lays me down on my back, rips his condom off, and crawls over me again. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his broad shoulders. His hair falls messily over his forehead as he looks down at me. “When you came back for me on the ship,” he murmurs.