I trace the outline of my hand on her ass. My print—highlighted and welcomed. A show of my ownership—because I do own her. Every fucking bit of her. I slowly pet her from her ass to her pussy, dragging my fingers in her sweet juice and coating them. I tease her swollen clit, and she groans out. That sound from her lips might be the best thing I’ve heard in my life. I move my fingers back the same path, painting her in her own cream.

I repeat my actions over and over, getting closer to the rosette opening in her ass with each turn. She’s fucking soaking my fingers, but the way she rocks back against me, searching for more, is what really makes my cock demand I stop playing. I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her ass. I plunge my fingers deep into her pussy again, and she absorbs them with a wet sucking sound. I let my fingers bite into the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart, so the small hole is exposed. I take my coated fingers and paint her perfect opening, making it glossy. One finger slides easily into her ass, and she cries out. But instead of denying me, her ass relaxes and my finger pushes through the tight muscles.

“Bull!” again she cries, as she clamps down on my finger. I bend down closer to watch as she takes it, and eventually, I add another. Carefully, I let my fingers gently fuck her, pulling them apart inside her tight hole. I can feel how they stretch the taunt muscles, making her body quake in response.

“Has anyone ever had this ass, Skye?” I ask her, even though a part of me screams, no. I don’t want to think of any other fucker with my woman. Ever. But this…this I must know.

“No…never,” she exhales, as another shockwave takes her. She’s so close to exploding she’ll come for days.

“Good. I’m going to take it soon. Take it and make you beg for more,” I promise. I pull my fingers out, and then push them back in. Once they pop through the ring again, I let my tongue dance along the opening, licking the fine creased skin, that is covered in her sweet juice. I let my tongue dance with my fingers pushing so the tip is barely in her ass, letting it flutter faster and faster, while applying more pressure against the entire area surrounding her opening. At the same time, I stretch out my fingers inside her again.

“Holy fucking hell! What are you doing to me?” she cries. I smile and count it as a small victory when she curses.

“Branding you,” I tell her honestly. I want her so well fucked and sated, that she doesn’t have the energy to even question who her man is.

“Then fuck me!” she growls, and my dick jumps and my balls grow so tight it’s painful. I look down to see pre-cum running down the head.

Damn, who knew I had a wildcat? I should get mad when she orders me, but all I can do is grin. That seems to be all I ever do around Skye. She cries out when I take my fingers away, and I want to cry with her. I’m too busy tearing open the condom and then pulling the latex over my throbbing dick.

I hate these motherfuckers, but I will use them until Skye feels comfortable.

“Damn it, Bull hurry up!”

“What’s wrong, Doc?” I tease her, while I guide my cock along the seam of her pussy, letting her sweet honey cover the condom, and letting the head of my cock tease her clit to the point she nearly rears up off the bed.

“I need you to fuck me!” she growls the words at me, and she barely finishes before my hand wraps in her gorgeous, fiery hair, and I yank her head back. I don’t do it easy either, I want it to hurt—just enough. Her head jerks back, and her cry echoes in the room, as I guide my dick to her opening, and then, plunge in quickly—not stopping until my balls slap against her pussy.

“Bull!” she screams, drawing my name out. I don’t move. After months of needing her, I take a moment to memorize everything about the way her pussy squeezes my cock, the way the muscles milk me, and demand I move. I love the way her body looks right now, the control I have over her, and finally I take a minute to register that nothing else in my life has ever felt like this—or will ever feel like this again. She’s every dream I’ve ever had, every fantasy I’ve ever imagined, all come true…and she’s mine.

Those are the words that repeat in my head, as I slide out of her depths, only to push straight back in. Harder and harder, I pound her body. “That’s it baby. You take that fucking dick,” I groan, reaching around to pull on her nipple. “Milk me and show me how bad you need to come.”

“Fuck….me…fuck…fuck…fuck,” she whimpers, the words over and over, as her body struggles to keep up with my demands. I fuck her so hard the headboard is slamming against the wall. She’ll be fucking lucky to walk normal tomorrow. Shit. I don’t want her to be able to walk tomorrow. I brace my foot on the bed, shifting the angle of my cock. I grab her hip and yank her back into me at the same time I thrust inside. With that she explodes around my cock, as she lets out a cry that could shatter glass. Her muscles tighten and release, then tighten and suck me deeper, before releasing and repeating. I feel my balls tighten and then streams of cum shoot into the condom, and this time it’s me who throws my head back and yells. In motherfucking triumph. But I only growl one word—and there’s never been a more honest word spoken.

Mine.