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“I like it when you watch me,” she whispers. “It makes me want to suck
your cock.”
My eyes go wide, and I stand up, walking over to her. Cupping her chin,
I lean down, forcing her head back and her eyes up to me. “You’re a hot
little brat,” I growl over her lips. “But only for me, you got that?”
I grab her breast, squeezing it roughly and making her moan. This is
mine.
She darts her tongue out, flicking my lip ring. “I can feel you down my
throat already.”
I groan under my breath, the blood rushing to my cock. That’s it.
I reach underneath her, pull out the vibrator and fling it onto the floor.
“Wha—” she protests, but I kneel on the bed behind her, grab her hips
and pull her up onto her hands and knees, smacking her ass.
She yelps but follows it with a moan, inching her knees wider apart and
arching her back, welcoming me. I pull my shirt off and over my head,
tossing it to the floor. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a condom and
unfasten my jeans, pulling out my cock and sheathing it.
Is she on the pill? God, what I wouldn’t give to feel her bare right now.
I roll the rubber on and guide my dick into her, thrusting once and hard,
burying myself deep inside her.
“Ohhhh,” she groans.
I close my eyes, her tight heat wrapping around me and filtering
through my whole damn body.
Gripping her hips, I thrust in and out, pulling her heart-shaped ass into
me hard and fast. “Damn, you feel good.”
She holds herself up on her hands, her long hair spilling down her back
and bouncing as I fuck her. Running one hand up her spine, I feel her body