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That single word breaks whatever restraint I had left. I kick off my pants and boxers, positioning myself between her thighs.

"Is this what you were thinking about?" I growl, nipping at her earlobe.

"Yes," she admits as her nails dig into my shoulders.

My hand slides between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. She moans when I slip a finger inside her, her walls clenching around me.

"So fucking wet thinking about me," I growl, and Olivia bucks against my hand, needy for what I can give her, as if she didn't just come chanting my name.

"Please," she whimpers, her hips rocking against my hand.

I add another finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her cry out. Her hands clutch at my shoulders as she grinds against me for more.

"I need you inside me," she pants. "Now."

I've never wanted anyone the way I want her. It's consuming, this need to claim her, to mark her as mine. And here she is, laid out before me and begging for me to fuck her.

Who am I to deny her?

I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. She's so wet for me, and I'm throbbing with need. I want to take my time, savor every moment, but the desperation in her eyes matches my own.

"Tell me you want this," I demand, my voice rough with desire.

"I want you," she breathes out with an eager nod. "All of you."

I thrust into her with one powerful stroke, burying myself to the hilt. We both cry out at the sensation. She's tight, warm, perfect, like she was made for me. I give her a moment to adjust before I move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.

"Fuck," I growl, setting a punishing pace. "You feel so good."

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand while the other grips her hip hard enough to bruise. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, our mingled moans and gasps.

"Harder," she pleads, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Please, Sam."

I oblige, driving into her with everything I have. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, the bed frame creaking beneath us. I lean down to capture one nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to make her whimper.

"You like it rough, don't you?" I whisper against her skin. "You like being fucked like this."

"Yes," she moans, her body arching beneath mine. "Don't stop."

I flip her over suddenly, pulling her hips up while pushing her head down into the mattress. As I slide back into her from behind, the new angle makes her scream my name. My hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back as I pound into her relentlessly.

"You're mine," I growl in her ear, not even recognizing my own voice anymore. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasps, her words punctuated by moans. "I'm yours, Sam."

"My dirty girl, aren't you?"

I can feel her pussy pulse around my cock when I ask the question. She's getting close, squeezing me as her orgasm gets closer.

I feel myself getting close, too, my release building with every thrust. The sight of Olivia beneath me, her back arched, peachy ass in my grip, her face pressed into the mattress as she takes everything I give her — it's almost too much.

"Touch yourself," I command. "Make yourself come on my cock."

She reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. I can feel the moment she starts circling it, her inner walls clenching around me even tighter.

"That's it," I groan, my hips snapping against hers. "Good girl."

That sends her over the edge. She comes with a cry that might be my name, her body shuddering beneath mine. The rhythmic pulsing of her pussy triggers my own release. I drive into her one last time, burying myself deep as I come harder than I ever have before.