Change of Heart

deep inside, hitting my prostate. There was no way to hold back the moan that tore out of me.
    "God, the way you take me in," he growled, his voice almost a snarl as he shifted his weight and leaned into me. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest against my back. "I have to taste... I...." He sucked in his breath, but I had heard the frustration and aching need in his voice.
    I reached behind me for his hard, tight ass, my fingers gliding over hot skin, drawing his hips against me, trying to bring him deeper inside me. When instead he slipped from my body, I wanted to scream. I opened my mouth to beg him if I had to, but he twisted me around to face him, his hand instantly back on my shaft, stroking me.
    I watched as he fell to his knees and took me into his mouth in one fluid motion. I didn't know anyone who could 142
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    swallow cock like that, just open up his throat and take it, but I was sure that I had never felt anything like it in my life. His mouth was so hot, so wet, his tongue stroking over every inch of my shaft, pushing into the slit, pressing against the underside as I pumped in and out of his mouth. I felt my balls draw up tight, my orgasm nearing, starting to roll through me, cresting like a wave.
    He was a frenzy of motion, his fingers slipping into me from behind, pushing deep into my tight channel as he continued to deep-throat me, the suction unrelenting and strong. I screamed his name; my hands buried in his thick blond hair as I held his head and fucked his mouth. I tried to push him off me before I came, but his fingers dug into my thighs so I couldn't move. He wanted it all, and I watched him swallow and almost collapsed from my convulsing release before I was spun around and shoved back up against the wall.
    "You're mine," he said, his voice so deep, so sexy, that I trembled just from the sound. I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks, his cock pressed against my hole for a second before he eased deep into me. "I have to be inside you... I have to mark you... I want you... you're mine."
    I was trembling hard as he pulled back before driving back in, deeper, drowning me in exquisite, necessary sensations, his tongue licking up the side of my throat only to bite down once more on the back of my neck.
    "My mate, my mark," he growled into my hair, and it was by far the most possessive, wonderful thing I had ever heard.
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    ferocity of the sound coupled by his teeth sinking into the back of my neck and the brutal push forward brought sizzling heat rushing through my body again. I screamed, and he yanked me back, his hand on my abdomen, feeling the muscles clench, my head falling on his shoulder as my legs buckled under me. Strong arms kept me from sliding down his body to the floor. He came with a roar, staggering against me, and buried his face in the side of my neck. I felt ravaged and weightless, and it was heaven that he was there to hold and ground me so I wouldn't float away. We stood there together, riding out the aftershocks of our orgasms, panting and trembling, his fingers digging into my skin, making sure I couldn't move.
    "You feel that?"
    I felt everything.
    "You feel your body trying to hold me inside? You don't wanna let me go."
    My muscles were clenching and unclenching around his cock, the spasms sending tendrils of pain and pleasure up and down my spine.
    I caught my breath as he slid carefully, gently out of my body.
    "Can you stand?"
    I nodded.
    He let me go slowly, licking a line up the side of my neck to behind my ear. "I need to clean you up."
    I swallowed hard, my mouth dry.
    "You look good."
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    My body jerked from the raw sound of his voice. The way he was looking at me, possessively, his eyes full of heat, I could barely stand it.
    "I like you dripping with me."
    I had come sliding down the inside of my thighs. Other men had wanted me out of sight and cleaned up as fast as I could. Logan Church, as I saw clearly, enjoyed seeing me ravaged.
    "I want to take care of you. Don't move."
    I stayed where I was, frozen, and he left and was back in seconds with a warm washcloth and another towel. When I was clean, he eased my briefs and jeans up my thighs to my hips. I got a kiss on my forehead before he returned everything to the bathroom.
    "The shirt and sweater are goners," he said as he strode back into the room