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her head from side to side. “Yes. Come on me, Flint.”
    “I am,” I say through gritted teeth. “I’m going to come all over your cunt and your tits and then we’re going to rub it in until you smell of me. The minute we walk into a place, every man there will know your mine.”
    She grinds against me, hips bruising hips. “As long as every woman there knows that you belong to me what do I care?”
    I laugh. “Touch your tits, Amy. Pinch those nipples hard and then I’m going to decorate them with my come.”
    Her hands rise to cup her breasts. The sight of her touching herself like that is hot as fuck.
    I bite my lower lip and slam into her hard. My head may blow off my shoulders when I come. Her cunt’s tight as a fist. Her walls hug me as I retreat, her hidden muscles gripping me as if she doesn’t want me to leave. Fuck, I could spend the rest of my life here.
    “You fit like a glove. Your hot, juicy cunt can’t get enough of me, can it?”
    Her glossy eyes tell me she’s real close. So am I. I can feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine, waiting for the go signal. I’m taking her with me over that edge into blissful oblivion. I’m taking her so hard, making her come so long that she doesn’t step foot in this bedroom again with shaking from the ball of need that hits her at the memory of what my body gives her.
    Back arching like a tightly strung bow, her feet digging against the side of the mattress, she screams as her orgasm takes over her body. Her pussy begins to milk me and I can only withstand a few of those pulsating waves before pulling out.
    I take myself in hand and jack my hand down my angry length, using the juice of her body to lubricate my path. The come erupts from my balls, roiling up like a volcano and bursting out to spend on her wet, swollen pussy and her flushed, heated tits.
    She lies there, chest heaving, eyes glittering as I spread my hand across her belly and rub that seed deep into her body.
    “You’re mine, now, Amy. Don’t you forget it.”
    She stares straight into my eyes. “I’m belong to nobody.”
    To someone who didn’t know her like I did, that statement would sound like a declaration of defiance. But it’s more of a plea to me—one that says she’s tired of being alone but afraid of what it might mean to share her life with someone.
    She’s skittish like a newborn foal but set in her ways like an old mare. I’ve got to negotiate that tricky path to keep her. Without removing my leathers, I climb onto the bed. Now’s not the time to challenge her.
    I’ll show her what I mean and how I intend to go on soon enough.
    For now, though, I rest my head against her chest, letting her think I’m a docile pup brought to heel.
    “What are you doing here Flint?” Her fingers comb through my hair. Beneath my ear, her steady heartbeat is a reassuring drum.
    “Helping you take a vacation, Amy.”
    “Having sex is a vacation?”
    “If you’re doing it right,” I smirk and dart my tongue out to lick the tip of one pert breast.
    She tastes delicious. A little salty from her sweat, a little tart from her sassiness, and a little sweet from just being Amy. I lick it some more, watching it pucker and harden with each small lash.
    Her fingers tighten and I can almost hear the grinding of the wheels in her head as she forces herself to act calm and relaxed even though she’s getting worked up again.
    Chemistry like what we’ve got cooking between us can’t be snuffed out. It’s been crackling for a while and would have blown up into an ugly mess had I not acted on it when I did. Her arousal can’t be faked or hid either. Her body betrays her in a thousand different ways.
    Goosebumps pebble her skin when I blow a hot gust of air across a patch of it. She becomes flushed as the blood rises to the surface, as her body yearns for my touch. Her lips, both sets, get swollen and heavy with want. And her pussy starts dripping with her need.
    She can say she doesn’t