Page 45 of Clutch Endgame


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Fuck, she’s a vision, a sight to be seen.

I want this woman by my side every day, for the rest of my life. I want her to finally say yes to my proposals and I want my name shared with her for real and not just when she wears my team jersey. I’ve never loved anyone as deeply as I love Sawyer Rotham, and I never will. She is everything that a man could ever want and she’s mine.

Mine.

I circle my arms around her from behind, and breathe her in. Her body leans back and relaxes into me.

“Hey you.” She whispers, turning her head with her lips seeking mine.

“Hey.” I reply.

I need her.

“You hungry?” She asks.

“For you, yeah.” I reply roughly playfully nipping at her neck.

She places the spoon down on the plate beside the stove and turns off the burner. She places the lid over the pot and turns in my arms.

“I don’t want the house to burn down.” she explains when I smile at her motions.

My body is alert as her hands roam from my chest down to my hips and cups my cock. She squeezes gently and then moves to my waistband and tugs down, exposing my fully erect cock -jutted toward her, dripping with pre-cum on the crown. I take the moment as she licks her lips staring down at my cock before she pulls her shirt off, baring her breasts to me. My palm grazes over the tips of her nipples, hardening at my touch. Her own palm circles my shaft and she pumps me from base to tip, with my hips automatically reflexing with her movements. I lean down, move my mouth greedily over hers, and suck her tongue into my mouth.

I turn her, lift her hips, and seat her on the island, our lips never leaving one another. I pull on the waistband of the boxers she’s wearing and soon her bare ass is on the granite. My hand moves between our bodies and in between her legs. I pull her to the edge of the counter and fist my cock to direct it to her entrance. Our mouths pull away and we both watch as my cock enters her, spreading her pussy lips to fit my cock into her body, a body that was made for me.

I pull back and roughly thrust into her repeatedly. I have a raw need to fuck her with everything that I have.

Mine.

Her fingertips dig into my shoulder as she holds onto me as my cock drives into her. Her gaze holds mine as breathy moans escape her lips. I take her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans.

Those are mine too.

I’m not sure what’s come over me, the desire to mark her, claim her and fuck her senseless takes over my body that I pull out, pull her down from the counter and position her so her ass is facing me. She drapes her arms over the counter top, spreads her legs and playfully shakes her ass.

I squeeze her globes and with my finger, I trace my fingers down the crease of her crack and sink two fingers into her drenched pussy with a sigh emanating from her lips.

Fuck.

I direct my cock back to her and drive into her again.

“Marry me?” I plead with my hips pushing deeper into her. Groaning at the pleasure her body is giving me.

She moans as I thrust into her, my hips hitting her ass with my hands gripping her hips.

I throw my head back as pleasure raises up my spine. With wave and wave of pleasure releasing from my body, I feel her pussy clench my cock as her channel strokes me from within.

She’ll marry me one day.

SEVENTEEN

SAWYER

LAST NIGHT, Gunnar was different.

He was quiet and determined. Rough, yet still sweet. And raw.

He fucked me last night as if he owned me, as if he was trying to make a point, to prove to me that he wanted me. To prove to me that those news articles are false in all the ways, in every way.

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