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I watch as he rolls it on, then drizzles some lube over my ass and pushes a finger inside me.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, pushing back against him.

He adds another finger, stretching me open to get me ready for him, but I’m too impatient to wait.

“I need your dick, baby. Fuck me, please,” I beg like the shameless puck bunny I called myself a few minutes ago.

“Fuck. I can’t say no to you,” he says, pulling his fingers free and replacing them with his dick.

I push back against him, too fucking desperate to feel him stretching me open, making me his.

“Please, Cooper. I need⁠—”

My words are cut off as he pushes inside me.

“Fuck,” I bark, my fingers twisting in the sheets beneath me as I take his cock.

“Look at you taking me so well,” he breathes his hand clamping around my hip, holding me in place. “You’re doing so well, muse.”

My breath catches at the sound of him calling me that.

“I’m yours,” I gasp as he pulls out.

“Fuck.”

He plunges back in before setting a punishing rhythm. After what he said earlier, I wasn’t expecting slow and gentle, but fuck, I wasn’t sure he’d have this in him after that game.

Sweat covers my skin as he takes me, his hips punching forward and filling me completely.

I feel whole for the first time in a week, like every piece of my puzzle is being put back into place.

And it only gets better when his hand slides around my hip, and he takes me in his hand.

My dick jerks in his grasp, my orgasm growing by the second.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he states as his other hand wraps around my throat, giving me little choice but to stand.

My back presses against his front, changing the angle as he takes me. I’m pretty sure that if he weren’t holding me up, my knees would give out and I’d be on the floor.

Twisting my head around, he claims my lips, his tongue plunging into my mouth in time with his cock in my ass.

It’s fucking everything.

He claims me. Every fucking inch of me. And I’m here for it.

“Gonna fill you up, muse,” he rasps into our kiss. “You ready?”

I nod, letting him know that I’m right there with him. Not that it should come as a surprise; I’m always on the brink of an orgasm whenever he’s touching me.

“Good. Give it to me. I wanna watch you come all over my hand as I fill your ass.”

I groan as his movements get more and more erratic.

“You’re mine. Garrett Wentworth. Mine. And one day, I’m gonna tell the whole fucking world.”

His words push me over the edge, and I fly headfirst into another Earth-shifting release as he unloads in my ass, groaning my name before sealing it with a kiss.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps after we’ve crashed onto the bed, a mess of sweaty limbs and heaving chests.