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“I fuck like I fight.” He tightened his grip, his mouth looming over mine. “With no mercy.”
“I’m not gentle,” he rumbled in my ear. “And I don’t do safe words. You fight, I fuck you harder.” “Good.” I turned my head. “Fuck me until I can’t walk, Kingston.”
He grabbed my face, and his mouth struck mine, claiming it with a vengeance. It was not a sweet goodbye. It was ugly and tortured. Filled with anger, sadness, passion, and hate.
The one I’ll be thinking of when I go back in… my cock covered with you, while I smile and flirt with Kathleen, whispering dirty things in her ear.” “Fuck you.” I tried to pull away. “I’ll be talking with your fiancé, knowing how it feels to sink inside you, feel your orgasm around my dick… that his future wife’s pussy is mine.”
“I’ll be your Sawyer.” Holding the fabric against her naked body, she stepped right up to me. “If you’re my King.”
“If these are our last hours…” Her dark gaze stared boldly into mine. “I need you to fuck me like it is the last night we will ever have.”
My hand dipped down her legs, catching it, pushing it forward into her pussy. “This needs to stay in there. This is mine now,” I growled in her ear.
