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CHAPTER 65
ANNA’S POV
And then he started thrusting, deep and rough, so hard that the bed creaked under us, so fast I couldn’t even catch my breath. It was as if he was possessed, as if something inside him snapped, and now all that existed was this moment, this exact second, him driving himself inside me, over and over again, like he was trying to become one with me or disappear inside me entirely.
“F–fuck–Ryan–fuck, yes, yes, please don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop,” I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he kept going, in and out, in and out, harder and harder, pounding into me as if he needed to break something to feel whole.
“You feel this, Anna?” he grunted into my neck, his voice so raw, so deep. “You feel how deep I am inside you? Fuck–I want to live inside you.”
I moaned louder, wrapping my legs tighter around him as he rammed into me, as the headboard slammed against the wall again and again, as the heat built between us until my mind was blank and all I could hear was skin slapping against skin, our voices tangled in desperation.
“I’m gonna come–Ryan–I’m–oh my God–I’m coming again,” I cried, arching under him, completely wrecked, completely soaked, my body shaking as wave after wave crashed through me.
“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he growled, speeding up, his whole body tense and straining as he held me down,“ come all over my dick. Drench it, anna. Fuuuuck, yes, fuck-”
And then he exploded.
I felt it.
Hot, deep, pulsing as he buried himself to the very base and let out the deepest, filthiest moan I’d ever heard from him. His entire body trembled as he came hard inside me, his cock twitching, thick cum filling me so much it leaked around him almost instantly. But he didn’t move. Not even a little. He stayed right there.
“Open your mouth,” he whispered, his voice low and rough and barely controlled.
“W–what?” I breathed out, still dazed.
“Open your mouth, anna,” he repeated, his fingers already dipping between my legs, scooping up the mess we just made, his release, mine, all of it mixed together, and then he brought his fingers to my lips.
“Taste us,” he said, his eyes on fire.
I parted my lips, and he slid his fingers in. I sucked on them, tasting everything, salty, musky, a little
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sweet, and I moaned again because it was so fucking dirty and hot, and it made me clench again around
his still–hard cock.
He groaned, pulled his fingers out, then kissed me so deeply, our tongues sliding together, tasting what I just tasted.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered against my lips, “you taste so good mixed with me.”
He still didn’t pull out.
“I just wanna stay like this,” he murmured, nuzzling into my neck, his cock still thick and hard inside me. “Just like this. Buried inside you. Forever. I don’t want to let go.”
I was still panting, still trying to process everything, my legs weak, my chest rising and falling fast. “I feel sticky,” I muttered, blinking up at the ceiling, completely worn out. “I just wanna go take a quick shower.”
He shook his head, arms tightening around me.
“No. Don’t move,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder, then my jaw, then my lips. “You’re not going
anywhere. You’re mine. Mine, anna. I love you so fucking much it scares me.”
“Ryan…” I whispered, my heart squeezing as I looked at him. He looked wrecked. Absolutely wrecked. Hair messy, lips swollen, sweat on his forehead, his eyes half–lidded with exhaustion, and love. Real love.
So much of it.
“I mean it,” he mumbled, then suddenly, just like that, he was out.
Fast asleep.
I blinked at him, lips parted, still trying to keep up with what just happened. “Seriously?” I muttered, looking down at where our bodies were still connected. His cock still hard. Still inside me.
I sighed and reached for my phone, squinting at the screen. 3:07 a.m.
“Ughhh,” I groaned quietly, trying to shift, trying to get up, but his arm around me was like a fucking
clamp, and he wasn’t letting go.
“Ryan,” I whispered, poking his cheek. Nothing.
I sighed again and let my head fall back on the pillow. “Fine. Fine. I’ll just lie here sticky and full of your cum, you possessive asshole.”
But I smiled.
And then slowly, very slowly, sleep started to drag me under again, and I let it, my last thoughts swimming in a mix of exhaustion, soreness, warmth, and complete cluelessness.
I had no single idea what the hell life was planning to throw at me in the morning.
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