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There was something wrong with her… because she really, really

wanted more…she wanted to come so bad she'd say anything.

“I… I’m… your stubborn mate,” Danica mumbled weakly, her eyes

squeezed shut.

“Louder, mine. So all the pack members in the sitting room can

hear.”

Flushing red, Danica let out a heavy breath. “I’m your stubborn mate,” she said a little louder, her voice cracking, blood rushing in her ear. God, she felt so hot.

“My stubborn mate,” Jerome growled, his hand moving

down to lightly palm over Danica's clit while he

ground his fingers deep into her pussy. “Tell them you’re mine, let them hear you."

“F-Fuck… oh fuck… Y-Yours…” Danica gasped out, hot tears streaking down her face, She was so close, so achingly close. “I’m yours…”

Jerome withdrew his fingers and Danica heard the sound of a zipper being pulled.

Danica gave a sob when Jerome sheathed his dick

inside her without warning, filling her deeper than his fingers had reached, stretching her so wide and completely as he jacked into her with hard, sharp thrusts. She found herself being pulled up, forced up against the side of the

bed on aching knees, Jerome pinning her tight while

fucking into her remorselessly, large hands holding her

hips so tight.

“Keep clenching, mate,” Jerome hissed, his teeth

nipping Danica's neck sharply as he held her still and ground into her with slower, deep

thrusts. “Take my cock like a good mate.”

“So much… So fucking much,” Danica mumbled

dizzily, black edging her vision even as she bore down on

the thick flesh filling her, holding it tight, feeling its

shape with every driving thrust inside her. “Jerome…Jerome, it’s so much,” she moaned.

"Don't come until I say."

"Oh please, please." Danica moaned in protest.

“Fuck, mate—Mine. You’re always going to be mine,” Jerome said with a harsh growl. He would fuck her until it was ingrained in her if he had to. Take her

for hours until everyone knew the beautiful blond was his. No matter what Danica had to say about it.

Holding Danica tight, Jerome came with a grunt,

jerking into his mate's trembling body with hot spurts of seed, filling her. His.

Catching her breath when Jerome collapsed on top of

her, Danica began to moan anew when fingers pressed on her clit. “Oh… Oh please.”

“You want to come, mate?” Jerome asked hoarsely, his lips tingling over her ear. “You want to show

me just how much you like having my dick in your pussy?”

Squirming, hips bucking, Danica gasped her reply.

“Please… God, please.”

Jerome turned Danica's head, catching her lips, kissing

her deeply while she whimpered and pushed back against his body.

Danica loved how big Jerome was

compared to her, how he could wrap around her, inside

hee, take her over so completely and keep her from falling. She groaned when her clit was tugged, fingers finding where her pussy was stretched wide and pushing

against the sore flesh.

“Oh… Oh, fuck… Fuck…” Danica sobbed mindlessly as Jerome began to work two digits into her already filled pussy, the feeling overwhelming and insane, her body jerking as each ring of muscle was stretched to

accommodate the thick fingers.

“Open, beautiful… Open to me. Give me everything you can.” Jerome pulled at the walls of Danica's entrance, the blond crying out in agony. God, she was amazing. So

open, so exposed and unhidden.

“That’s it, mate. you're doing so good. Come for me."

A wave of heat moving through her at the words,

Danica came with a choked cry, shuddering again and

again as she clenched on the fingers and cock buried deep inside her. She was vaguely aware she had ruined their bed, Her cum staining the worn fabric.

Jerome held him still, kept her filled and stretched while she mewled in protest, her body exhausted and over sensitive to every breath and drop of sweat. She was so

dizzy, tired, the world spinning oddly even though she

was certain she wasn’t moving.

God, she felt like she might faint… But it felt so good.

Every inch of her felt so good. Fuzzy, tingly, shaking and

good.

Danica closed her eyes with a sigh, not protesting

when Jerome pulled her up, lifting her with ease like a rag doll