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love to me.
    “Please,” I beg. “Fuck me.”
    “I am.”
    “No. Fuck me. Hard.”
    “You sure you can handle it?” he asks in a shattered, ragged tone, as if fucking me hard is all he wants in the world, but he fears I’m leading him into some trap.
    “Yes, yes. Fuck me, Axel.”
    “You insist?”
    “I do.”
    “Okay.” His arms go taut on either side of my head as he retreats from me once more. He’s almost free, then he suddenly thrusts, barreling his way back in, filling me to the hilt. I yelp in surprise and he freezes.
    “Okay?”
    I nod. “More. Do it again.”
    He does it again. And again. He fucks me deep into the mattress, one hand digging into the pillow beside my head and the other digging into my side.
    He thrusts into me, fucking me like I begged him to do. I grip onto him harder, tighter, trying to regain control over this encounter though I know it’s long flown out the window.
    One of my legs curls around his back. Sweat begins to drip from his face and onto the white fabric of my shirt. I can feel myself hurtling toward release, but it’s too soon. I don’t want this to end yet, so I muster the strength to take back control.
     
    * * *
     
    Axel
     
    Alyssa pushes her hands against my chest, and then rolls on top of me, switching positions without removing my cock from inside her. I give a quick thought for her ankle, but it doesn’t seem to be slowing her down. She raises her arms and tugs her shirt over her head. I just about lose all my goddamn marbles when I see her tits for the first time.
    On the small side. Nice and firm. Feminine and delicate.
    I raise my palms to cup them, and that’s when I definitely lose all my goddamn marbles. I’m overtaken by pleasure. The way she rides my cock is heavenly, and the way she feels in my hands is explosive.
    She threatens to destroy me, to send me to an early grave with every swivel of her hips.
    She treats me like I’m her bike, the way I treat my own bike, except I’m not in the habit of reaching a mind-fuck of an orgasm while I’m on my steel beauty.
    The same can’t be said for her. “No, no,” she whimpers, as if she was trying to hold back her release. But then she screams. Her fingers dig through her long, dark hair, steadying herself as she rides into a breath-stealing orgasm. She bucks through the pleasure, her mouth drawn open in the shape of a beautiful, cock-hardening ‘O’.
    That’s precisely when I hit my own point of no return. I lower my hands to her hips and hold her tightly in place as I slam upward and into her with reckless abandon. Her pussy quivers as she continues to break around me, and it’s all too much, but it’s not enough. Maybe it never will be.
    I grip her at her waist and throw her onto her back so that I’m square above her again. She locks her heels behind me and pushes my jeans further down my ass.
    She’s still shaking. Still trying to reconcile breathing with the explosion I’d set off inside her. She holds onto me as if she’s dying, as if I’m the only thing keeping her grounded to this Earth.
    Little does she know she’s the only thing saving me in the moment. Saving me from my thoughts, and all the guilt and self-doubt that periodically surfaces. Underneath me, she takes one last shallow breath as I spend myself into the condom. I groan as I sink my head down beside hers.
    All that’s left is breathing. That’s all I can hear. My breathing. Her breathing. And in the distance, I can hear her heartbeat, skipping down a paved track of exhaustion.
    But there’s something stirring within me. Something that’s screaming: this is my girl. That sounds about right.
    I want to protect her.
    I want to keep her safe.
    I want to own her.
    Not because I don’t respect her. Not because she can’t take care of herself. Not because I’m a controlling dick.
    But because I protect what’s mine. I cherish it. And bottom line, since the moment I saw her, I feel like Alyssa belongs to