“You said you wanted to ruin me for other men.” The words are breathy and end with a moan. “But there’s no comparison. I’m yours too, Jack.” I’m often at a loss for words with Everly. Showing her how much that means to me is far simpler. “What’s mine, baby?” I ask, lips grazing down her throat to her breasts. I palm one and suck on the other. “These mine?” “Yes,” she cries, fingers pulling at my hair. On the next thrust I pull out of her. We both groan at the loss, but not for long. I turn her around and pull her back to me. One hand drops between her legs and I cup her pussy. “This mine?” She
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