Page 114 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

She swallows thickly then shakes her head.

“Good,” I growl. “My cock will be the only one you ever feel like this.”

She shudders. “God, I love it when you get all caveman possessive on me.”

“Tell me how it feels, Ophelia.” I tenderly grip her chin in my palm. “Use your pretty, dirty words.”

She clenches around me and I almost lose it.

“I'm so full of hot, thick cock.”

“My thick cock, you’re so full of my thick cock,” I correct.

“Oh God.” She shudders and her nails bite into my shoulders then climb back into my hair. “I’m stuffed full of your cock.”

“That’s my girl.” I kiss her chin, her lips. “I’m going to move you, but you’re going to let me set the pace. I need this to last, and I need to make you come.”

“I’ve already come.”

“Not on my bare cock.”

“Oh my God, okay. But you won’t have to work very hard if you keep talking like that.”

I grip her waist and kiss her softly, then rock her back and forth.

Her eyes flare, and her brows furrow. “Oh fuck.”

“That’s what I’m doing, baby.” I kiss her chin. “Filling you up, fucking you nice and deep like I promised.”

She swivels her hips, hands in my hair, gripping tight. “Say something filthy.”

I almost lose my rhythm.

“Please, Mac.”

“I want to watch my cum drip down the inside of your thighs while you ride my cock.”

“Oh God.” She swivels her hips. “Me, too. What else?”

“I want to feel your pussy squeeze me like a fist while you whimper my name.”

“Mac.”

“Just like that. So pretty when you’re moaning my name.”

Her hips jerk, and she clenches around me on a deep, primal groan.

I cup her chin in my hand and pull back so I can watch her—beautiful and unguarded, coming just for me.

When she returns to earth, I move her over me, faster, harder, keeping her close, as I chase my own release.

“I love you, Mac,” Fee whispers against my lips.

“I love you, too, Ophelia,” I say as bliss grabs hold and drags me under.

This is just the beginning for us.

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