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How did he know?

Deep down, in the darkest, most secret part of me, I want it. I want to give him every last part of me until there's nothing left he hasn't claimed. Before I know it, I'm stuttering, "Y-yes."

A smile curls on his lips. "That's my beautiful filthy girl," he states, voice thick with approval as he slowly thrusts his fingers faster. "Look at you. Already giving me every secret you've got and admitting how much you want me to take everything. You're so fucking perfect when you stop holding back and give me what's mine."

"Oh…oh…oh God!" I cry out, as an orgasm whips through me.

He pumps me through it, fingers relentless, dragging every last pulse out of me while I shake and cry out against the door. Wetness floods his hand, dripping down his wrist as my walls flutter and squeeze around him.

"That's it…give it all to me," he growls, not slowing for a second. "Soak my hand. Let me feel how hard this pretty pussy comes when you finally admit you belong to me."

Everything intensifies. Only when the last tremor leaves me does he ease his fingers out, lifting them between our faces. He holds my gaze as he slowly sucks them clean, a dark, filthy sound of approval rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, you taste even better when you're being honest."

He pulls his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop. Before I can catch my breath, he drops to his knees. Strong hands yank my yoga pants down. He tears off my snowy shoes, and then the black fabric. He tosses them aside, grips my quads, and kisses my inner thighs, his tongue lapping up my juices but not touching my pussy.

I grip his hair, leaning against the door, shaking, and trying to get a hold of my breath.

He rises in one smooth, powerful motion, mouth still glistening from me. Then his hands grip the backs of my thighs, and he lifts me clean off the floor. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back as he pins me higher against the door.

Our mouths meet, deep, hungry, and tasting like me. He kisses me like a savage, tongue sweeping in to claim every inch, then he spins and carries me down the hallway toward his bedroom. Every step grinds the hard ridge of his cock against my bare, soaked center, and I whimper into his mouth, fingers tangled in his hair.

He doesn't break the kiss once. Not until he reaches the bed, kicks the door shut behind us, and pushes his boxers down. He lowers me onto the mattress without ever letting go. He mumbles against my lips, "I changed my mind. I want you under me."

He covers me with his heavy body. One strong hand shoves my sweatshirt up and off, tossing it aside so I'm fully bare beneath him. His mouth leaves mine only long enough to drag down my throat, over my collarbone, and latch onto one nipple, sucking hard while his free hand works his boxers down.

The strong, rhythmic pull sends a sharp, electric jolt straight from my breast to my clit. My back arches hard off the mattress as milk lets down in warm, pulsing waves, spilling onto his tongue. The tender sensation is almost too much. It's so deeply intimate that a broken moan tears out of me. Every hard suck draws more, the pressure both relieving and wildly arousing, making my pussy clench around nothing and another rush of wetness slip down my thighs.

His hot, thick cock notches against my soaked entrance. He lifts his head, eyes locked on mine, and pushes in with one slow, relentless thrust until he's buried to the hilt.

"Jagger!" tears out of me as my walls stretch around every inch. I clutch my arms around his shoulders.

His forehead drops to mine, voice low and wrecked. "That's it, baby girl. Take what's yours."

He starts moving, making deep rolls of his hips that drag every thick inch almost all the way out before sliding back inside me. The stretch is intense, bordering on too much, and every thrust forces a shaky, high-pitched cry from my throat.

"Feel that?" he rasps, eyes locked on mine. "How perfectly this pussy opens for me…how wet you already are…how deep I can get when you stop fighting and just take it."

"Yes!" I agree, holding him tighter, rocking my hips to meet his.

His pace builds. His hand slides under my ass, tilting my hips so he can drive even deeper, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur.

"Oh, God!"

"You're mine now," he growls against my mouth. "This cunt, this body, every fucking inch of you. And I'm going to fuck you until you understand exactly what that means."

His pace turns punishing, every thrust slamming deep enough to force the air from my lungs. The headboard knocks against the wall in a loud rhythm as he drives into me like he's trying to brand himself inside my body.

"Look at me," he orders, voice rough.

I force my eyes open.

His jaw's tight, sweat beads at his temples. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," he rasps, eyes locked on mine as he keeps driving deep. "Taking my cock so perfectly…looking up at me with those pretty eyes while I ruin this pussy. I love you like this, Lainey. Completely mine."

"I love you," I say, half delirious.

A dark, almost-feral sound tears out of him. His thrusts turn savage. His eyes blaze hotter. He demands, "Then come all over my cock right now. I'm dying for it, baby."

My nails dig into his shoulders. My legs tighten around his waist as the pressure builds low and sharp, coiling tighter with every brutal stroke.