“Cole, it's… too big.”Cole's lips curl wickedly as he growls.“Mine.”Then he thrust himself to the hilt.“Ahhh!” Tears of both pain and pleasure escape Britney's eyes.She wants more.Cole grunts, muttering under his breath. Fuck, she's so tight, so hot, clenching around him, and he has to stop, has to breathe, has to remember his own name.“Fuck, Bri. You feel like heaven.”“Move,” she begs. “Please, Cole. Move.”He moves.Slow at first.Deep, worshipful strokes that drag a moan from Britney's throat with every thrust.His mouth alternates between her breasts, his tongue circling one nipple, then the other, until she's arching off the furs, crying his name.“Whose tits are these?” he growls against her skin.“Yours.”“Whose pussy is this?”“Yours, Cole. All yours.”“Good girl.” He drives deeper, harder, the cot groaning beneath them. “I'm the only one who'll ever touch you again. The only one who'll ever be inside you. Say it.”“Only you. Only you, Cole.”The words break him.He ta
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