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move and back up into my cock, eager to meet me halfway every time I
enter her.
I slide my hand up her neck and thread my fingers through her hair,
fisting it. Pulling her back, I turn her head and kiss her, her tongue teasing
me as she pulls away and comes back for more.
I thrust harder, and the headboard starts hitting the wall.
“You have to go slow.” She tilts her head back, closing her eyes in
pleasure. “My mom and sister will hear.”
“Fuck that,” I growl in her ear. “I’m not holding back again.”
Last Friday night was agonizing, and while I enjoyed it, it was torture
trying to contain myself so the truck wouldn’t rock and no one would hear
her moaning.
I pound into her, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room as I
grunt and tense every goddamn muscle in my body. I know I’m hitting her
deep, because her moans are getting faster and higher.
“I’m going to do something a little illegal tonight,” I tell her, tugging at
her ear lobe with my teeth. “You game?”
“What is it?” she breathes out.
“It’s a surprise. Don’t you trust me?”
She scoffs. “Why would I trust you? The only thing I know about you is
that you’ve got a nice body and you get me off good.”
I can’t help the stupid, fucking pleasure that swarms my chest. I don’t
want to be just a fuck to her, but I’m glad I please her in that area. She owns
my head and my body. When she finds out who I am, will she remember
how perfect we are?
“You know more than that,” I whisper. “I won’t let anything happen to
you. You’re my tribe, Ryen.”
She pauses and looks me in the eyes. “What did you say?”