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I ride him slowly, my pussy yielding to his length and girth.
“What else?” he asks, squeezing my hips.
“A state-of-the-art security system.”
“Already installed.”
“Cameras in every room.”
He points to the corner of an inconspicuous shelf. “How do you think I got by when you stayed the night but didn’t sleep with me?”
“Naughty,” I playfully chastise. “In my room?”
“Thisis your room,” he growls. He shifts his hips to meet mine, examining where we come together. “And there’s a tracking app on your phone.”
I force his hips down, keeping him in place. “I’m the one making demands.” I should feel violated. My brain tells me I should, at least, but instead, more heat douses my core.
“I wanted to make sure you were safe. Plus, I had the added benefit of listening to every toy you tried not live up to me.”
I lift up, slowly lowering over him again. He’s not wrong. Nothing ever compares. The toy doesn’t want to possess me. It doesn’t talk dirty in my ear or fuck me with passion.
I run my hand over his tattoo for me. “I want a tattoo that represents you.”
“I hesitate to mark up this perfect body.” He admires my rib cage with his hands, his thumbs skimming my bare breasts. “But if you want it, it’s done. What else?”
“A tornado shelter.”
“Done.”
“A signed, written statement that you won’t unnecessarily put yourself in danger.”
“Done.”
“I want your last name.”
His slow perusal of my body stops and his gaze shifts to mine. My words stun even me. They weren’t precalculated, just one thing on the list of the many things I want to do with this man. “Are you asking?—”
“No,” I blurt out. “I’m waiting for you to ask me. Spoiler alert, my answer will be yes. And when. And how quickly.”
“You should probably meet my family first.”
“Probably.”
“I also want an all-access pass to this cock whenever I want.”
He groans, lifting into me while I lower. “I don’t even need to answer that one.”
“What about you? Any demands?”
“Just you.” He meets my stare. “Just you for as long as I can have you.”
The intense look in his gaze increases my movements. I ride him faster, harder, while he praises me.
“Look at you take me.”
“You’re beautiful fucking me like this.”
“Damn, Raeann, your pussy is perfect.”