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I hate it. I want her to feel confident and comfortable.

I think it’s telling of where we’re at. And I know that just as she’s slowly opening herself up to me, we’ll get to the point where she won’t overthink her actions or her words.

She won’t be afraid of saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing.

I think part of the problem is that she’s been berated so many times, that she doesn’t know where it’s safe to tread anymore. So it’s down to me to make sure there are no eggshells between us. It’s on me to build her confidence and her trust in me and herself.

If I do that, I’ll have done something good. Something worthwhile.

“Do you know what my favorite part of watching you is?” Court looks at me expectantly. “When you talk to Delilah, you’re open and light. You don’t overthink and your sass isn’t there to keep people out.”

She swallows. “Do you think I’m unaffectionate?”

“No, I think you’re like those flowers that open and close in response to sunlight. When you’re on the phone with Delilah, you open up.”

I can’t swallow the rock that lodges in my throat at my words. Because I want to be her sunlight. So bad.

“You know, I looked it up and it’s kind of fitting that you love daisies so much. Cause that’s what they do, you know? They open and close depending on the light around them. ”

“Delilah’s my best friend. We found each other when we needed it most. My mom had just moved us back to Washington and her family relocated there. We were both alone and starting over, and that was that. We stuck like glue. You know… like fate.”

“It sure has a way of bringing the right people into our lives at the right time.” Like her into mine.

I didn’t even know I needed her, and now I’m dreading the day she leaves.

With the lightest press of her lips to mine, Courtney hums in agreement.

Man, the sound rolls through me in a delicious heatwave that’s got every inch of me completely aware of every inch of her pressed to me.

Her nipples are hard and the more her chest juts into mine, the hotter my blood whooshes in my veins.

“What else do you like about watching me?” she asks with another sweet peck.

“My second favorite part of watching you is when you’re listening to your books out loud.”

She groans at the exaggerated wag of my brows. “Oh God, this is going to be embarrassing.”

“On the contrary, it’s totally fascinating. Your whole posture changes when you’re turned on. You move different. Like your limbs are all heavy and sluggish. You tug at your hair a lot, especially when it gets really dirty. You also lick your lips a whole lot and gnaw on them.”

A sharp gasp hollows her throat when I strum my thumb along her wet pout, pulling it from between her teeth as she fusses with her hair. Because me knowing these intimate details is making her hot and bothered. Her leg hooks over my hip, pressing her hot cunt to my hard cock.

As she wriggles on me, my hand molds to her bare ass, roving upwards slowly with my nails raking over her skin.

“When it gets rough and filthy… kind of unhinged, you scratch at your throat and grab at your tits. Because you like it. You want to be fucked like those women in your books and honestly… I’ve never wanted or needed to fuck the way I do with you.

I’ve never wanted to own anything the way I need to own you.

I’ve never desired anything the way I crave living inside you. ”

“Why?”

Her breath snags when I grip her nape and yank her head back so I can see her face when I tell her, “Because fate brought us together.”

“And what about it?” Her words are low and lust slurred.

The rhythm of her pulse skitters over mine when I press my chest to hers and lick at her lips. “Fate brought us together and I’ve made you mine and you’ve made me yours.”

“Mine and yours…” she whispers back.

“That’s right, Snow.”

In one motion I roll onto my back and shift her on top of me.

Sitting up, I take her with me and strip her of my t-shirt.

Sure, she looks fucking insane with my face all on her, but nothing beats this view of her.

Hands braced above my knees, her body bowed just right, offering me her perfect nipples.

When I take a bite of her pert tit, Court writhes over me.

“Auguste…”

“Yes, Snow?” I blow a cool breath over her damp skin and move to the other side of her chest, teasing her hard nipple with a flick of my tongue.

“Don’t fucking tease.” One hand grips my jaw, her long nails clawing deep… mean .

I like it.

Still… “You wanna call the shots, Court?”

Her eyes narrow on mine. Blue fucking fire.

“You want to ruin me, the way I’m gonna keep ruining you?” Her nails claw deeper, down to the bone, stopping me from teasing her with my mouth. “I’m gonna make sure you never forget me. That I’m all you fucking want. That your body forgets how to crave anything else…”

Her tits tremble with her ragged breaths. It’s so obvious she’s aching to take control. Desperate to ruin me. And still, she’s holding back. Waiting for me to go at her.

If that’s what my girl wants…

I hold her stare, my mouth watering for her to snap… and then I pull her hair, yanking her head back as I spit on her tits.

Her hand drops to my throat, squeezing so hard I feel her pulse throb over mine.

“Come on, Court,” I rasp, both of my hands coiling in her long curls. “What are you waiting for?”

I spit again, this time higher. Right into her gaping mouth as she sucks in a breath.

Holy shit , my heart stalls with her sharp slap to my face. The sting goes straight to my cock, tightening my balls.

“That’s it. Take what you fucking want.”

“Fuck.” The curse rolls off her tongue when I buck up into her.

“Do it. Fuck me, Snow. Ruin me… make me yours. ”

Her pupils are blown, her gaze growing wilder with every tremble of her lips. Every instinctual grind of her body on mine.

Then her hand is pulling my silk cap off and her fingers are tunnelling into my hair without pause. There’s no restraint when she crushes her mouth to mine and licks into my mouth. Teeth knocking with mine as the hand at my throat squeezes harder.

Jesus fucking Christ. I’ve never been so hard in my goddamn life.

Lifting up onto her knees, Court pulls back. Her stare is fixed on mine as she demands, “Take your dick out.”

I do it.

Then I wait for her to tell me what she wants me to do with it.

“Put it inside me.”

Courtney lowers as I guide my cock through her slit, raking my thumbnail over her clit while I push the tip into her wet cunt.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” I groan through gritted teeth at the same time as she hisses, “Oh God.”

Then slowly she lowers herself, taking me inch by aching inch.

Fuck, she’s tight. So hot and tight, I feel her everywhere. Like a drug overtaking my senses.

“Auguste…” she gasps into my mouth, her head falling forward.

My hands grip her thighs, thumbs pressing into the softness just above her knees.

“That’s it, Snow,” I groan, barely hanging on. “Take it. Fucking take me. ”

Court rocks her hips, easy at first. Her pussy is clenching around me, stretching to accommodate my whole length.

When she lifts again, I tilt my head back. Watching every glorious second that she shallows over the head of my cock. Using me to get herself off the way she needs. Rubbing that spot that unravels her.

Every one of my muscles is coiled tight. I’m burning all over. There’s nothing like the sight of this beautiful woman taking what she wants.

“Yes, Snow,” I groan as she sinks all the way down again, grinding herself into me.

“That’s my good girl,” I pant. “Look at you. Riding my cock like a fucking queen.”

“So good,” Court moans, gripping my hair tighter as her other hand braces on the top of my chest and her hips rut faster.

“That’s it, take control. Take what you need. Fucking use me. Make me yours. ”

She slams down hard, nails raking down my chest as she fucks me with abandon. Like she wants to crawl inside me the same way I want to live inside her. Desperately.

And God, I let her. I give her everything .

My hands on her waist. Her hair in my fists. My voice in her ear, filthy and broken and full of things I’ll never stop meaning.

“Just like that,” I gasp. “Fuck—you feel amazing… so tight… wet. Fuck, Snow, you ride me so fucking good. So fucking perfect.”

Her nails dig deeper. Her walls clench tighter.

“You’re gonna make me come for you, Princess. So fucking hard…” I growl, bucking up into her, matching her rhythm. “Gonna fill you up like a good little cum slut.”

“Don’t stop,” Courtney orders as I fuck up into her, deep and hard and rough. The way she’s fucking me. She gives and I give and we both take. And take.

I sit up, press our foreheads together, my hands cradling her back as she grinds down over me, riding me harder, her breaths turning into pleas.

Her thighs lock around me, her whole body clenching…

“Auguste—oh-my-god— baby …”

“Fuck!” I lose it at her endearment.

There and then, filling my girl up as she comes for me. Her pussy choking my cock, sucking me deeper as her teeth bite down on my shoulder.

I grab her hips and work us both through our orgasm, dragging them for as long as I can until I’m buried so deep I’m not sure where I end and she begins.

We collapse together. A sweaty, shaking heap of boneless limbs. And I hold her on top of me. I don’t pull out. Unwilling to break the connection. To end the moment.

So I stay inside her, my arms locked around her back, her chest pressed to mine. My heart thundering into hers.

My mouth finds her shoulder. I kiss it once. Soft. Then her temple. Her cheek. I can’t stop touching her like I have to map every inch of her into memory.

She shifts against me, and I feel the damp warmth between us—her arousal, her release, mine. Her thighs still slick. My cock still aching even after everything we just did.

And God help me, I know I’ll never have enough of her.

This girl is it for me. She’s everything. Mine.