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Chloe whimpers when I slide my hard c**k out of her and drop onto the bed. I look down at my d**k and grin when I see it covered in her cream and virginity. I wish I could keep it like this forever. I never want to wash it off.
She rolls over and drapes her arm and leg on my body. Her sweet breath is tickling my bicep as she runs her hand up and down my chest.
“I’m yours now?” she asks softly.
I’m still breathing heavily from my orgasm. “Yeah.”
“And your bear is happy?”
“Very happy.”
“Good.” She rests her head on my shoulder and I’m still having a hard time believing that all this is real. “I like being yours.”
“That’s good,” I say as I hold her tight. “Because you always will be.”
Chloe
I’ve been naked for four days.
Every time I try to put some clothes on, Ethan rips it off and has s*x with me. It’s like he’s doing it just to spite me because he likes to see me naked. But who am I to complain?
I’m in the bathroom hiding from him. My p***y is so sore from the constant use over the last few days. Three times this morning alone.
He bangs on the door before I can even put the toothpaste on the new brush he gave me.
“Why is the door closed?” His possessive voice booms through the door as I start to brush.
“Because I’m using the bathroom,” I shout back with a grin on my lips. This man is obsessed with me. I love it.
“I can hear you brushing your teeth.”
“Damn,” I curse under my breath.
“I heard that too. I’m coming in.”
I turn to him with a grin as the door swings open and his huge body squeezes through the frame.
“I don’t like doors between us,” he says as he looks my naked body up and down.
My p***y starts tingling and heating up from the hungry look in his eyes. Maybe it’s not that sore. I could go one more time.
I look at his crotch and shake my head when I see his c**k hardening as he walks over. This man is relentless. He doesn’t stop. I’d swear he was a rabbit shifter with the way he goes at it.
He stands right behind me and grabs my bare hips with his strong hands. This really gets me wet.
I narrow my eyes at him through the mirror.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask him with the toothbrush in my mouth.
“I want to feel your p***y cumming on my c**k,” he growls in a low gravelly voice.
“Again?” I ask, staring at him in disbelief.
He groans. “It’s been so long.”
“It’s been twenty minutes!”
“Exactly.”
I try not to laugh as I continue brushing my teeth. “Well, I’m busy now, so you’re just going to have to wait.”
“Fine.” He drops to his knees behind me and I whip my head around with a gasp.
“What are you doing???”
His big hands cup my ass cheeks and he lifts them and spreads them apart. “Waiting.”
Before I can answer, he dives in, licking and sucking from my c**t that’s now throbbing all the way up to my asshole. This man is shameless. He’s insatiable. I think I’m in love.
The moans start flying out of me and I forget all about my dental hygiene. The toothbrush falls to the sink with a clatter as I press my ass against him, wanting more of his hot mouth on me.
After I c*m once, he stands up and slides his c**k inside, taking me doggystyle over the sink. I stare at him through the mirror while he thrusts in and out of me until we’re both screaming out.
Later, when we’re panting on the floor, I turn to him.
“I need some clothes.”
“No.”
I laugh. God, he can be so frustrating.
“So, I’m just going to be naked for the rest of my life?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“What about in winter?”
“I’ll keep you warm.”
My eyes narrow on him. “Ethan.”
His narrow back on me. “Chloe.”
“I need my clothes. And some of my things.”
I’m laughing, but he looks genuinely concerned.
“I don’t want you to leave. I don’t like you out there in the world.”
“Then come with me.”
“Oh, I’m coming with you,” he quickly says. “That’s for sure.”
I laugh again. He’s so possessive it borders on being barbaric.
“Come on,” I say as I get off the floor. “Let’s go to my place and get my stuff. Then we’ll go get some groceries and stop for lunch.”
He looks tense. Uneasy.
“What?” I ask him.
“There will be guys there.”
“So?”
“They’ll be looking at you.”
I laugh. Is this guy for real?
“Guys have looked at me before.”
A flash of anger crosses his face and I see his hand squeeze into a fist. I take his hand, open it up, and lace my fingers through his.
“It will be fine,” I tell him in a soft comforting voice. “If anyone looks at me for more than two seconds, you can growl at them. Okay?”
“More than one second.”
I smile. “Deal.”
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