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“Yes,” when she whispered her surprising answer, I lost all control.

Kneeling down on the floor, my frantic hands came to her pants and I tore her leggings and panties off, not stopping to even check if I shocked her. She spread her legs open, granting me with a view of pink perfection.

“Christ,” I growled, reaching in my back pocket with one hand, taking my wallet out, then a condom. My other was pulling open the buttons of my jeans, freeing my hard dick. I tore the wrapper open and rolled it on, never looking away from Rory's pussy. All the while, Rory was impatiently shifting on the bed, opening and closing her legs, teasing me with this twisted game of peek-a-boo.

“Hurry,” she whispered, looking at me down her body.

I reached out, my palms going to her knees then up her thighs, spreading her legs wider. I came to stand over her, and I whispered the last, most important question, “Do you know you're mine?” just before I slammed into her in one swift move.

“Fuck,” I hissed when she started pulsating all around me. If she kept that up, I was not going to last.

“Move,” she demanded through her hard breaths.

“Not yet,” I grunted as her muscles flexed. Christ, if I did, I would come in a second.

“Move, Jason.” She circled my waist with her legs, her hand going to my neck, bringing her lips right to mine, her other hand on my shoulder.

Opening my eyes, all I could see was my Rory, all I could smell was her, and all I could feel was her soft skin and wet silk. “Are you mine, Rory?”

“Yes, Jason,” she moaned as I moved a little.

Pushing my hand under her, I tilted her ass and started thrusting. I wanted to take it slow, I wanted to explore every inch of her body, I wanted to let her know how much I wanted her, and how much I needed her. But as her moans and whimpers teased my ears, as her muscles started squeezing my dick harder and faster, I got lost.

“Rory,” I grunted when she squeezed me like a vise, threw her head back, and opened her mouth as she came.

Bucking into her five more times, I pushed my face into her neck, smelling her, and gave over to the most intense orgasm of my life. Sometime after, I didn't even know how long I stayed buried inside her like that, she started to lightly scratch my back, almost purring as she felt me kissing her neck.

“Are you okay?” I whispered between kisses, not ready to let her go just yet.

“Yeah,” she sighed, circling her arms around me, giving me a hug with all her limbs, and reminding me I was giving her all my weight and was probably crushing her in the process. Going up on my elbows, I looked down at her.

“God, you're beautiful.”

The sweet, shy smile that made an appearance on her face was like a punch to my chest, knocking the breath out of me. I knew without a doubt that I would do anything for her smiles, but this one, the one that let me know just how much she let me see her, that she gave herself over to me completely, was something I would die to protect.

“You wanted to talk to me?” I quirked a brow at her, not wanting her to realize how much she had let me in and snatch it away.

Her palms came to my face and, pulling it down, she kissed my lips lightly before she pushed me back. Her smile huge, she said, “You're cleared for practice.”

Chapter Seven

Rory

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, seeing the image in the mirror.

I was bent at the waist, my hands on the white marble of Jason's vanity, my lips red going on purple and bluish in some places from Jason kissing me brutally the moment I stepped out of the shower. My hair that was once secured in a bun on the back of my head so I wouldn't get it wet in the shower was now falling down in all directions, some of it caught on the sharp, short spikes of Jason's hair at the side of his head. I barely reached his collarbone when he was standing up, but he bowed his head deep into my neck, making sure we touched everywhere. He was cocooning me, his chest flush with my back, bowing into me. I watched in the mirror as one of his hands cupped my breast, the fingers bringing me to the edge of insanity, his other arm around my waist, holding and preventing me from falling or impaling myself on the vanity. At the same time, he was pulling me into him, onto his cock. His muscles flexed with his every thrust into me. The slight tan of his skin complemented my porcelain flesh. We were the polar opposite, yet we fit perfectly.

“Hurry, baby,” he muttered into my ear and went right back to nipping the skin of my neck.

“God,” I moaned when once again, I took in the beauty that was reflecting opposite me.

“Babe, let go,” he grunted.

I wanted to; I really did.

But what he was doing to me, how he was holding me, and those fingers of his that were now pulling me harder, had me holding on with everything in me just so I could prolong the feeling of him.

Him all over me, him inside me.