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In the car she asked about Cain, and that was a whole different conversation, but when I told her all about his past and The Pit, she cried. She felt bad for him, but she’s still scared of him which made me laugh, then she asked about Trixie, and that again set off the waterworks for her. She did ask about Hayden and Olivia because to everyone they are this couple who have been together forever, but if I had to tell her about how they finally got together I’m sure she would cry at their story too. So, I was happy I didn’t have to tell her about that one.

I park the car, take a look around to make sure there isn’t anyone around, because these fuckers come out of nowhere.

Walking into the house, I pull Sadie close, lift her so her legs wrap tightly around my waist, and carry her up the stairs without breaking stride. Her mouth crashes against mine halfway up, open and hungry. I taste her desperation, the soft little sounds she makes when my tongue slides against hers. By the time I kick the bedroom door shut, her fingers are already buried in my hair, pulling me closer like she can’t get enough.

And I can't get enough of her.

I drop her onto the bed and follow her down. Our clothes come off quickly. Her dress is shoved up and over her head, my shirt ripped over my head, jeans shoved down. The second I’m free I shove her thighs wide and thrust into her in one deep, hard stroke. She’s soaked, so wet the slide is easy and filthy. The tight heat of her grips me like she was made for this.

We’ve both been waiting for this, I’m not sure who’s been waiting longer, but I’m going to be fucking her all night.

A broken moan spills out of her. Her back arches. Her nails dig into my shoulders.

“Fuck, Sadie,” I growl against her mouth. “You’re already dripping for me. This pretty pussy was made to take my cock.”

I don’t start slow. I fuck her hard from the first thrust, my hips snapping against hers, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. One hand slides up between her breasts and wraps around her throat. I squeeze firm, controlled and her eyes flutter. A deeper, throatier moan leaves her. She loves it. I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around me every time my fingers tighten.

“That’s it, baby,” I rasp. “Take every fucking inch. You love being choked while I stretch this tight pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice is strained under my hand. “God, yes…don’t stop!”

I keep choking her while I drive into her, watching the flush climb her chest, watching her lips part around every desperate moan. She’s so wet, so greedy for every inch. When her thighs start to shake, I pull out, flip her onto her stomach, and yank her hips up high.

“You look beautiful in this position too.” I slap her ass as I slam back into her from behind in one brutal thrust. She cries out into the pillow, the sound muffled and needy. I grip one hip hard enough to bruise and wrap my other hand around her throat again, pulling her back onto my cock with every stroke. The new angle lets me go deeper. Her ass presses against my hips, her walls flutter around me.

“Look how well you take me,” I growl, thrusting harder. “This pussy is mine. You’re going to come on my cock just like this, on your knees with my hand around your throat.”

She pushes back to meet every thrust, moaning my name like a prayer. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles while I fuck her. The dual sensation makes her shake. Her moans turn high and broken.

“Miles…oh fuck…I’m gonna come…”

“Then come,” I demand. “Soak my cock. Let me feel how much you love this.”

She shatters with a scream, her walls pulsing hard around me, soaking my cock as the orgasm rips through her. I keep pounding her through it, never slowing, until she’s trembling and gasping for air.

I don’t give her time to recover.

I flip her onto her back again, hook her legs over my shoulders, and bury myself to the hilt. Face to face. I wrap both hands around her throat this time and drive into her like an animal, deep and relentless. I’ve wanted her so bad, it fucking hurt not being able to touch her.

Her eyes lock on mine. Tears of pure sensation slip from the corners of my eyes. She’s flushed, panting, and completely gone for it.

“Look at me while I ruin this perfect little pussy,” I snarl. “You’re mine. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”

“Yours,” she moans, nails raking down my arms. “I’m yours…please…harder!”

I give it to her harder. Every thrust punches another broken moan out of her. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect around me that I never want to leave. I can feel her getting close again, the way her walls start to flutter, the way her breath stutters.

“Come for me again,” I growl, my thumb finding her clit while one hand stays locked around her throat. “Let me feel this greedy pussy milk every drop out of me.”

She comes with a shattered cry, her back arching hard off the bed, her pussy clamping down around me in strong, rhythmic pulses. The sensation pulls me under with her. I slam deep one last time and come with a guttural groan, flooding her while her walls milk every drop out of me.

I stay buried inside her as we both come down, breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together. My hands loosen on her throat but stay there, feeling her pulse race under my fingers. She’s still trembling, still clenching around me in soft aftershocks, and the look in her eyes says she loved every filthy second of it.

I lean down and kiss her slow and deep, tasting the soft, satisfied sound she makes against my mouth.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her lips. “You took me so fucking well.”

“I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispers, still breathless, “the masked man and the one I’ve been crushing on… taking me to be theirs.”