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“I’m yours. Take me, make me yours. Mark me, so that everyone knows I belong to you, and only you,” she says, and the last little wall that was surrounding my heart crumbles. I’m a fucking goner now.

Pressing my lips against hers, I move my hand behind her back to pull out her hair tie, running my fingers through her plaited long dark locks until they hang loose down her back, just the way I like it.

She pulls back, looking at me questioningly. “I like to run my fingers through your hair, like this,” I say, gripping hold of her hair by the roots, tugging just a little to give her that delicious sting I know she likes.

She hisses, and I capture her lips again to swallow the delicious sounds. Our kisses turn all consuming, and I’m enveloped by everything that is Teigan. Every one of my nerve endings sizzles, and I can’t get enough of her.

I remove one of my hands from her hair, gently stroking down her arm until I capture her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I start off gentle, just rolling the hard bud betweenthem, loving the way Tee moans as she arches her back, pressing against me.

“More,” she whimpers, telling me exactly what she needs.

I pepper little kisses across her jaw and down her throat as I pinch her nipple harder, tugging on it more firmly when she rewards me with mewls of pleasure.

I lower my kisses over her collarbone until I reach her other nipple, and I waste no time clamping my lips over her hard peak. Her nipple hardens further in my mouth, and she gasps as I run my tongue around the edge, before pulling the bud between my teeth, nibbling in a way that has her writhing around in my lap.

As her back arches, her hips thrust against me, rubbing along my trouser-covered cock in the most painfully delicious way. I’m throbbing, aching to free my hard length.

As I alternate which nipple I pull into my mouth, I make sure the other receives the same attention with my fingers. I lick, pull, suck, and nibble as Tee rocks her hips in my lap, grinding against me as she seeks a bit of friction to help ease the ache growing between her legs.

“More, please, Evan. I need you to touch me more,” she cries, as she tugs hard on my hair, pulling my lips away from her nipple.

Her cheeks are flushed and her pupils are blown wide as she gasps for air, her hair sticking up at all angles—she’s never looked hotter.

“What’s the matter, Angel? Am I not looking after you enough?” I ask teasingly, the cocky smirk on my face growing as she growls at me.

“Stop teasing me. I’m aching so much,” she whimpers, rocking her pelvis against my hard cock as if to emphasise her point.

I hiss, grabbing her hips to hold her still. If she keeps grinding on me like that, this will be over much quicker than I’d like it to be.

Once I have hold of her, I quickly lift her from my lap, before throwing her onto the couch beside me. As she rights herself, I drop down, so that I’m kneeling on the floor, and I shuffle until I’m between her legs.

Looking up at her through hooded eyes, her blush spreads and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth like she’s suddenly shy. Keeping my gaze fixed on hers, I lean forwards and grab hold of her jeans. Without breaking eye contact, I pull the fabric down, and she lifts her ass to help me get them off.

I throw them over my shoulder, not bothering where they land. I allow myself a moment to drag my gaze over her delicious curves, and when I land on her black lace panties, I have to squeeze my aching cock through my trousers just to feel a little relief.

Her eyes drift down, and she catches me palming my dick, that mischievous smile of her growing.

She spreads her legs wider, giving me an even better view of her lace-covered pussy, before she moves one of her hands between her legs.

At first she cups her mound over her panties, causing her to pull her lip even further in between her teeth, like she’s struggling to stay quiet. But as she inches her fingers beneath the fabric, it takes every ounce of strength I have not to rip the lace from her body. As her fingertip slips between her folds, her moan echoes around us, making my ache for her grow.

“Are you wet, Angel?” I ask, and she nods. “Use your words, Tee.” The tone of my voice leaves no room for discussion, and she rolls her eyes at me. The urge to spank her for her disobedience is strong, but I keep it to myself this time.

“I’m dripping,” she moans, as she slips her finger further into her waiting hole.

“How wet? Is it all for me?” I ask as I pop the button on my trousers, lowering the zip.

Slowly, she swipes a second finger through her slit before pulling both out of her panties, holding them up for me to see. Her juices glisten on her fingers, showing just how hot and wet she is. “I get so wet every time I think of you. It’s always all for you,” she says, her voice deep and breathy.

Without hesitating, keeping my gaze locked on hers, I lean forward, capturing her fingers between my lips. As I snake my tongue around her digits, sucking her juices off, her eyes widen.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember,” I growl as I pull my cock out, gripping the base firmly to claw back some control. “Can I taste you properly?” I ask, hoping like hell she’s not going to deny me.

Her eyes flutter closed, and she shyly nods her head. I reach up and grab the sides of her panties, pulling them down to expose her to me. “Use your words, Angel.”

Her eyes snap to meet mine as she lifts her bum to help me remove the last of her clothing. “Yes,” she whispers, so quietly, I can barely hear her.

I make my movements slow and deliberate, so she knows exactly what I’m doing. It gives her the opportunity to stop me, if she wants to.