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Ryan
Ithrow myself against her again, letting go of her face but keeping her pinned in place with my body, my hands wandering over hers.
I mark out the borders of my territory.
I take back what’s mine.
I slide my hands under her shirt and lift it up, gliding slowly towards her breasts. I take them tightly in my hands, then bite down hard, bending her in to my anger.
I came here with the best intentions. I only wanted to talk, to explain why I behaved the way I did, why I let her think the worst. I was there, outside her house, ready to take a step forward – and then I saw her with him, in the doorway of her house, as if they were saying goodbye after a moment of intimacy. Too intimate – with the wrong person.
Seeing her hug him…Seeing her kiss him…It completely fried my senses. I don’t want anyone to touch her – not after I have.
I won’t let it happen again.
My hand slides along her stomach and snakes down into her trousers, into her underpants. When I feel how wet she is, my dick almost rips out of my jeans.
“For me…” I snarl. “You’re so wet for me.”
Christine moves against my hand, her body telling me to go deeper, showing me that I was right: she should only be touched by me.
She only wants me.
I move against her in pulses, arching her back to slide my fingers in deeper, massaging her clit with my thumb. I feel it flare up under my touch.
I take one of her nipples in my lips and look at her, her eyes closed, her face flushed, her body calling to mine.
And only mine.
I tug it with my teeth, making her look down at me. I have to make her understand that there are only my hands, my mouth, my skin.
There are no other men for her.
And she has to understandnow.
What I get what I want, I slide my tongue up her neck, imprinting my name onto her skin. I hear her moan in desperation, and block her mouth with mine. Christine pants, confused by the pleasure, overwhelmed by my desire and suffocated by my mouth, not wanting to miss a single one of her breaths. I need them, she owes me all of them. She has to give them to me – or I won’t be able to breathe on my own.
I quicken the movement of my fingers, keeping my thumb pressed against her inflamed clit, which pulses against my touch.
“Like this…” I whisper into her ear. “Take me, Christine. Take everything I’m giving to you… I’m fucking you with just my fingers, and look – you’re already on the edge.”
“Fuck you, Ryan O’Connor,” she gasps.
She shouldn’t have said that.
I plunge into her ruthlessly, and her body folds completely over me.
“Fuck you, Christine,” I say, pushing again and feeling her legs tremble with the pleasure of anticipation.
This is what I want. I want to make her understand that only I can do this to her – I can turn her world upside-down and take everything she can give me.
No one else.
“I want to feel you on my hand.”
“I hate you, O’Connor…” she pants, before digging her nails into my back and trembling against my palm, which feels every shudder of her orgasm.
