“Let me inside, baby.”

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she closes her eyes and moans. I run the thick vein of my cock up, and then slowly run it back down, making sure to rub her clit with every pass.

“We have to be careful. We can’t keep doing this,” she says, lifting her hips up to meet my strokes.

“Mallory, if you can’t tell by now, I’m crazy about you. And there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect and care for you. Especially if you were to become pregnant with my baby. I’ll take care of everything. Always.”

She hesitates for a second, and then nods up at me. It’s then I take her mouth, letting the small taste of her pussy pass between us. Her warm lips part for me and I dip my tongue inside. The kiss is deep and passionate, and it’s fucking perfect. Like every inch of my Mallory.

Moving my hips, I press the tip of my cock into her wet opening and push past her tight folds. She’s wet, but she’s incredibly tight, and my thick cock barely fits inside her. There’s still an inch that I can’t push in yet, but I don’t care. Having her, even a little, is more than I dreamed about.

I move my lips down her neck and slowly rock in and out of her, helping her get adjusted to having my cock in her again. Her tight pulses are vibrating down to my balls and I ache to empty inside her.

I can’t seem to keep my mouth off her as I lick my way to her breasts and suck on her nipples. I lave one, and then turn to do the same to the other. Sucking each into my mouth and giving them both a small bite. I lick the space between her breasts, and then suck on the delicate flesh there. I know I should be more gentle, but the way her nails dig into my back tells me to keep going.

My thickness slides in and out of her easily now, her muscles relaxing and taking all of me. Her feet come around my waist and her hips rise to meet every thrust.

“Mallory,” I grunt against her neck. “I can’t hold off much longer.”

I should do the right thing and pull out. I could come on her soft belly and mark her creamy skin as my own. I should do that for her.

“Oz,” she whispers, and pulls her legs tighter around me.

I know her orgasm is nearing and I don’t have much time.

“Baby, I need to pull out,” I choke, trying to breathe through it.

“Inside me,” she moans as her pussy clamps down on me and her orgasm bursts through her.

I have no choice but to stay in her warmth and spill my come into her waiting womb. It’s long and loud as I roar my orgasm into her, giving her every drop of me. It wasn’t my intention, but fuck does it feel so good coming inside her. Where I belong.

When I’ve given her all of me, and she’s panting with her own release, I roll us over so she’s lying on my chest. We’re both breathless, and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her forehead.

“Promise me you won’t sneak out,” I say, squeezing her a little tighter. “I’ll tell you everything. Please don’t go.”

She brings her hand up to my chest and pets the place where her name resides.

“I promise.”

With her words, I drift off to sleep, and for a second I think I tell her what I’ve been longing to say.

I love you.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Mallory

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“I can’t seem to stop,” Oz says into my ear in a half moan half grunt. He has one hand gripped on my thigh, keeping it in place over his leg, his other arm under me with his hand gripping my breast as he thrusts in and out of me from behind. His big strong body molded to mine. This is how we’ve been most of the night, and this is the second time he’s woken me. The first was with his mouth between my legs, and now this. I’m not sure which I prefer. Both are equally wonderful.

He slowly thrusts in and out of me, making me moan with him. I swear him moaning my name could get me off. I had no idea something could be such a turn-on. But hearing my name come from his mouth like that does things to me everywhere.

“Then don’t,” I encourage him, moving my hips with his and taking him deeper into my body. Wanting him there. Every time he’s locked inside me like this, it’s like I’m home. A place that’s only mine. A place I’d been missing all week. How I managed to keep away from this I have no idea.

“Every time I wake up, I have to make sure you’re real,” he says before he’s licking and kissing my neck again, making me arch my back, pushing my breasts farther into his hand. “Make sure I didn’t dream you were here with me.” He thrusts again, and his teeth graze my neck. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

It isn’t a question, so I don’t answer him. I should get annoyed with how he’s always bossing me around and making me do what he wants, but my body isn’t getting that message. My pussy clenches around his cock harder and begs him to make me come.

I reach behind me, sliding my fingers into his hair, needing to touch him. I need something to grab on to, because I sense it getting closer. The orgasm is almost here, and I know I’m going to explode.

“You like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” I moan his name in response, still feeling a little shy saying what I want. I’m getting the hang of the sex thing, but my dirty talk isn’t there. But I want him to keep going, because he’s right. I like it. Hell, I think I might love it.

“That’s really good, baby, because I’ve been thinking about the things I’ve wanted to do to you for years. I can’t wait to tell you what I’ll be doing to this body for the rest of our lives.”