Taylor, my sweetness, looked at me with passion and something else, something more. Then her eyes welled with tears, and when I thought my heart would break from the sight, she started to milk my cock with her inner muscles.
She was a witch.
A temptress.
A fucking siren.
The desire to mark her was overwhelming.
But it wasn’t right.
Not here. Not now.
I swallowed a groan.
Not without explaining. Not without her consent.
My hips began to move. If I couldn’t have all of her, I’d have this.
I focused on making it good. Long, slow, firm strokes that dragged against her G-spot, then quicker, shorter thrusts that brushed her clit.
By the time she came on my cock, she was out of her mind and screaming my name.
Just like she should be.
But as I came undone, I wasn’t entirely in the moment.
I was imagining the condom gone, fucking her bare, coming inside her with nothing between us.
I was imagining she was mine.
Completely.
Wholly.
Mine.