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What’s Mine is Mine

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“Your skin is so fucking soft.” My voice was husky to my own ears as I traveled down her body, dropping kisses along her skin as I went.

Kisses in the crook of her neck.

Kisses on the flat of her chest.

Kisses at the swell of her left breast, and then the right one, before I took each nipple into my mouth and sucked hungrily.

Kisses across her stomach.

Kisses over her hairless mound.

She was still asleep, but she would wake soon enough. She’d had a rough night with all of the crying, the unanswered questions, and the sadness. The delayed grief of being snatched from her homeland—from her life—and being told that nobody knew when or if she could ever return.

I draped her legs over my shoulders then buried my face in her center. I inhaled deeply. Soon after, I licked her opening before beginning the process of devouring her. I knew she had awakened from her slumber when she arched from the bed, and a sigh of pure pleasure bubbled up. “Ah,” she moaned, her hands involuntarily finding their way to the back of my head.

I pulled away from her for a second. “Good morning, Sweetheart.” Then I returned to the task at hand.

“Good morning, Husband.” Her words were shaky from pleasure as I enjoyed her.

I used my tongue like a snake charmer—hypnotizing her pussy, causing her hips to dance and sway to a rhythm completely controlled by me. She rocked into my face as I sucked and licked and licked and sucked.

Words and utterances fell from her lips and into the atmosphere. Her hips gyrated slowly against my mouth.

“Yes. Yes.” Her chants were whispered but filled with passion.

I turned her inside out as she bucked against my face, pressing the back of my head into her pussy, and her legs spread wider.

She released on my tongue with a long moan, and her hands fell away from my head, providing the opportunity for me to finally take a breath. I didn’t need it. I continued to feast until I had cleaned every drop of her essence.

I climbed up her body. “You taste good as hell, but I knew you would. You smell too fucking good not to taste like dessert.”

She was quiet, on her back, her chest heaving as she panted out breaths.

I pulled her earlobe into my mouth as I slid inside of her—the sweet heat and tight grip of her pussy welcomed me home.

“Ooh.” Her moan came out soft and low, almost like a whisper.

I’d never heard anybody whisper-moan. It caused my dick to grow harder than it already was. “You feel so fucking good.” I punctuated each word with a thrust into her middle.

Her nails dug into my shoulders and raked down my back. I wasn’t sure if she drew blood or not, and I really didn’t give a damn. If that was the price I had to pay to be balls deep in Tinsley after wanting her for so long, I was with it.

I pounded into her relentlessly, relishing in feeling the grip her pussy created. Neither of us could hold back our moans and groans as our bodies moved in sync.

Sweat coated our bodies as we took and gave in equal measure. My heart pounded in my chest as I filled her, stretching her in ways that made me want to crash out and lean in at the same time. The feeling of claiming her every single time I did so was heady as hell. Her body shuddered beneath me, and even I trembled from the pleasure.

Her small hands roamed over my body possessively, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. I could feel my own muscles flexing under her fingertips as she dug them into my ass, urging me to go even deeper. Even harder.

Her teeth grazed my neck before she sucked gently, and it earned her a subdued groan from me. This woman was everything. I didn’t know what I’d done to be lucky enough for the fates to conspire to drop her into my lap, but I was thankful as hell. She was more than anything my imagination could’ve conjured and more than every daydream.

Going up on my knees, I threw her legs over my shoulders again and picked up the pace, losing myself in her and losing myself in the moment. Every sexual encounter messed up my mind a little bit more. She made me drop most of the guards I kept around my heart and made a little of a simp out of me without even realizing it.

My hips slammed against hers, and the sound echoed through the room. Our soft moans filled the air, drowning out any thoughts or worries from our past. I watched her bare breasts bounce as my strokes landed, and I watched her facial expressions morph between pleasure and pain. I leaned over and kissed her mouth, and that was when I felt it. I felt her body contract once, contract harder still a second time, and then relax. My dick was submerged in her—on a deep-diving excursion inside her. I found the buried treasure inside of her. Thoughts like that took me over the edge. I didn’t pull out. Instead, I pressed as deep as possible and released my load in her depths.