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A low, bestial growl I haven’t heard in what feels like eons vibrates his chest as much as mine. “Is that what you want, baby?” One set of fingers slips underneath the edge of my dress and inches over to my thong covered ass. “To be taken?” He delivers a gentle nudge to the space between my thighs. “To be broken?” The light prodding grows harder. “To be my prey?”

“Always,” airily leaves me at the same time I needily rock forward.

“The door is open,” Wes lasciviously reminds. “Give me something to help keep you quiet.”

Before I inquire what, he snaps the string to my panties and presents a devilish grin.

And it’s that exact grin that gets me onto my feet.

Wiggling the delicate fabric off while he slides himself out of his sweats.

I display it like a dangling offering from the tip of my index finger.

His effortless snatching of it is followed by him harshly yanking me forward and stuffing the material in the open space created by my gasp.

“I wanna be the only one to hear you fucking scream, little prey.” He rubs the edge of the material that didn’t fit inside across my bottom lip. “And you will fucking scream.”

There’s no time for agreement.

Or objection.

Or anything that isn’t me spread wide in his lap with my knees borrowing deep into the couch cushions on each side of him.

Hisses sparked by the roughness of his initial invasion almost instantaneously become louder, headier whimpers.

Having the wet, underworked muscles mercilessly stretched to the point where both ends of me are screaming is enough on its own to warrant my shuddering yet it’s the short, barbaric, pounding that increases the speed at which I do it.

The consistency.

Intensity.

Wes’s palms possessively grip my ass to keep me pinned in place, providing him with the leverage needed not only for every pump to be deeply felt, but to guarantee that each one results in a teasing brush of my clit.

“This is what you really needed, isn’t it?” He purrs against the side of my tit that’s popping out of my dress. “To be fucked?” His teeth fiercely sink into the exposed skin causing me to arch into him. “To take that hard dick?”

My body helplessly bucks into the slamming.

Trembles fiercely when he widens his thighs for a deeper angle.

Another round of biting begins prompting my hands to curl around the back of the leather couch as he growls, “Is that a yes, little prey?”

Moaning my answer is attached to my head falling back in ecstasy.

The dangling of my locks becomes too tempting for my future husband not to touch.

Tangle.

Tug.

Jerking me into his increasingly frantic thrusting has my bare ass jiggling uncontrollably.

Bumping into his balls.

Having his balls slap back against me.

Wetness is steadily smeared and slathered along my inner thighs while the friction from my clit constantly being rubbed causes my pussy to ceaselessly constrict around his cock.

Clamp down.

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