Make Her Mine

“However will I survive?” I respond with a smirk.

“Mm, well, we’ll just need to make up for lost time. In advance.” He leans into me, pressing me down along the counter, my back digging i

nto it. I wrap my legs around his waist and grin up at him.

“What did you have in mind?”

His hands slide up my skirt, wrinkling it up around my waist. “I think it might be better if I show you.”

“Hmm. That seems acceptable.” I smirk at him.

Without warning, he flips me over, landing a sharp smack on my ass. I cry out, and he leans over me to press his body along mine, his heat radiating along my spine. I squirm against the counter, but he pins me with his weight and traces both hands over my ass, making me shiver with anticipation.

“Acceptable. Is that it?” Without warning, his palm slaps my bare ass cheek, hard. I cry out.

“Maybe … a little more than acceptable?” I flash him a grin over my shoulder.

He pins me to the counter with two firm, strong hands. “Oh, I think we can do better than that.” The hard bulge of his cock presses into my pussy, right at my clit, and I burn with desire for him. But as he unzips his jeans, and lets his cock trace over each of my ass cheeks, taking his slow, sweet time, and then dragging his length along my slit, from my clit all the way up to the cleft of my ass and then slowly back down, I start to pant.

“Someone’s eager,” he murmurs, with a restrained laugh in his voice. “Don’t you want to know what I had planned?” His hand drops, almost absently, to grip my hip. Work its way slowly across my body, toward my swollen sex.

“Does it involve you being inside me right now?” I demand, my voice breathy with want.

“Somewhat.” His hand reaches my clit, swirls around it. His finger never quite touches the central spot but it drives me crazy. I rock against the counter trying to press him against me, but that only earns me another sharp slap on the ass.

“Patience.” He’s grinning. I don’t need to see his face to be able to hear the smirk in his voice.

God, I hate when he gets like this.

And by hate, I mean I love it.

I sigh deeply. “If you’re not going to—ohhh,” I break off, as he presses something deep into my wet pussy.

Something, not his finger, or his cock, which I can still feel digging into my bare ass cheek.

I spare a glance down at myself, and realize he’s gotten a dildo and slicked up with lube. It’s almost the size of his cock, and he’s gently gliding it in and out of me now, in a slow rhythm. I grit my teeth and suppress a shudder of pleasure. “That’s cheating,” I gasp.

“Don’t worry.” He bends close to my ear, his voice deep and feral. “You’ll get me too.”

He presses at my rear, and I gasp, pressing back hard against him. As he glides into me, an inch at a time, filling all of me, I let myself get lost in the rush of pleasure. This is what I want. Where I belong. That missing piece of the puzzle I’d been so desperate to make fit.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he demands through thrusts, and I pump my head up and down. I know. I feel the same way, but I’ll never get tired of hearing him say it. He moves his lips to my ear and his growl reverberates through me. “You own me, Skye, and I love you. I can’t get enough of loving you.”

I melt into him, quivering from head to toe as the orgasm starts to rip through me. “I love you too, Xander,” I whisper through pants and sobs. “God, I love you.”

He owns me—body and soul. And I’m his.

THE END

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