He was bringing me down harder onto his lap. Thrusting more forcefully as he pinned my arms along my sides with his elbows. Grunting and beginning to sweat as he worked into my body.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded in a cracking voice. Wishing he'd just leave.
"Because you're mine. You always have been. And no matter where you go, or what you'll do. I'll always find you. Because you are."
"I'm not! I haven't been in years. What do you want?"
"You. Back." He slammed in hard. "I'm going to keep you, Mida."
"You can't do that!" I shrieked still trying to writhe. "I'm not some pet."
"Perhaps not. Yet." He swallowed. Corded throat working and arms bulging as they bore his weight. Plunging into me so deep I thought I'd split.
"Jared!" My voice jounced with every bouncing movement. "You think this will win me back?"
He scoffed. "Win you, Mida? No." He shook his head ominously. "There is no winning you. I was charming, sweet. Everything a man should be and you didn't care. You get the other side of me now. And you'll be sorry you did."
I paused to stare up at him.
His blue gaze was flinted steel as he stared down at me. Watching every expression on my face.
"What do you mean, Jared?" My voice dropped in true fear.
"It's not about winning you anymore. It's about possessing you. You're not going anywhere. You'll be on me. Under me. Around me." He twirled a finger pointedly, for emphasis. "But no matter where I have you. I'll be..." He pressed in deeply. Adjusting to pull my hips down to meet his movement. "right." Again. "Here."
And he growled as I felt heat fill me as he climaxed. His body tightening to muscled swells and rigid ligaments as he poured his pleasure into my body.
"Damn you, Jared!"
"Fuck you, Mida." He snatched a handful of my hair and tilted my head so he could stare in my face. "Enough of your nasty mouth. If you want to speak to me, you’re going to have to change how you do it."
"I'm not changing shit!"
Using his grip on my hair, and catching my shoulder he flipped me onto my stomach. Fisting one of my pillows he hoisted up my hips and shoved it under me. Forcing my ass up.
I started fighting in truth. "What are you doing?"
If he tried to stick that massive thing in my ass it was going to rip me for sure.
"Scared, Mida?" He laughed. Palming between my shoulders to keep me flat down.
I put my palms next to me trying to lift him off me but he weighed too much. "Don't!"
"Calm down." He dropped over me. His body fitting my curves as he let his weight settle along my back and rear. "I'm not taking you like that."
I blew a relieved breath.
"It wouldn't serve my purpose." He added.
What?
"What purpose?" I squawked.
"Knocking you up, Baby."
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