Chapter 69 I Want You To Mark Me With It
- “Then take it.”
- I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat. A scream tore right from her throat as her inner walls clamped around me. She collapsed forward onto her forearms, her back arched, taking every inch. I stayed still, letting her feel the full, stretching fullness.
- “God,” she sobbed, the word muffled by the bedding. “Oh, God.”