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Before Carrie could act on that impulse, Kid gripped her hips and spun her. Dizzy and disoriented, she grabbed the counter so she didn’t fall over.
“You’ll be mine,” he declared as he yanked her shorts past her knees.
They fell to the tiled floor at her ankles.
“No one else can so much as look at you,” he warned, leaning over her before he took her earlobe between her teeth.
The feel of the tip of his cock sliding between her ass cheeks stole her breath. She shuffled her feet farther apart to give him space as the desperate need to have him inside her consumed her existence.
“I’ll kill them, Carrie,” he warned as he ground against her, teasing her. “You are mine.”
She whined. “Please.”
“Do you understand?” he asked.
“Please,” she repeated.
His hand slapped against her throat. His fingers curled around it, digging into her jugular. Her pussy quivered, and her brain filled with fog.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Lifting her head, she met his steely hazel gaze in the mirror.
“Say it.”
Anything. She would tell him whatever he wanted to hear if he would just fuck her already.
“Do you want to be mine, Carrie? No one else’s. Mine.”
“Yes,” she hissed. “Fucking hell, yes!”
Kid slammed his cock into her, forcing her soul from her body. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and she practically convulsed as he squeezed her neck and pounded into her.
She gurgled, completely consumed by his thickness stretching her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head each time the ring through the head of his dick grazed her G-spot. Her legs quaked, threatening to give out.
His hands slid from her throat and rested on her shoulders. With every thrust forward, he yanked her onto him. Her fingers bent as she clawed into the counter. Her muscles tightened so hard she feared her teeth might crack.
Relentlessly, Kid continued to drive into her over and over as though he had a score to settle with her body. If this was what it felt like to be claimed, she was all in. His cock filled her to the point she might explode.
And then she did.
Carrie rode the wave of immense pleasure as her orgasm tore through her. Every cell in her body popped and fizzed. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled as she went boneless.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kid said before his cock swelled further, testing the limits of her body before he grunted. Warmth pooled inside her as he came hard.
He dipped his head down, and his sweaty chest rested against her back. First, he kissed her neck. She groaned and ground her ass against him.
“Mine,” he murmured into her ear. “Mine.”
“Forever,” she whispered.
“And always.”
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Kid
Having emptied his balls—and his entire existence—into Carrie, Kid gasped for breath as he slumped over her. His legs were rubber and useless to him. With his weight, he pinned Carrie against the counter of the bathroom preventing the two of them from crumpling to the ground of the restroom.
