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“Yes. You’re so damn responsive, and you taste so damn sweet,” I tell her, kissing and sucking as I move up her body.

Eyes wide, she stares at me, and I grin down at her. Grabbing a blanket, I wipe my face.

“You didn’t need to do that, I really love the way you conquered my pussy," she teases.

Barking out a laugh, I kiss her deeply. Silla’s arms and legs wrap around me, her hips seeking my cock.

“Do you want me to fuck you into the mattress?” I ask her, drinking in her flushed cheeks, her faster breath, and her beauty.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please fuck me with your pierced cock.”

Fingers wrapping around my cock, I see stars as they glide up and down it. “Yes,” I grunt. “Fuck, there’s no wrong way to touch me. I just need your hands on me.” Her other hand strokes the back of my neck, pulling me down to explore my mouth. “I’m going to blow if I don’t get inside of you,” I say, meaning every word. Reaching blindly for my nightstand, I grab the lubricant. I can’t wait, I need her wrapped around my cock, but I refuse to hurt her.

Pumping a bit directly onto my cock, I toss the bottle to the side, working the lube into my skin. Silla happily enough still has her hand on me, so I show her what I like as I stroke myself.

“I need you, Dangerous Girl. Sure you don’t want to ride me?” I offer again so she’ll be in charge of the pace.

“No. I was promised I wouldn’t have to think, just feel. So far you’ve done a decent job,” Silla chuckles.

Smirking, I line my cock up at her opening. Thrusting hard with my hips, and I enjoy her small scream as I stretch her pussy. Rocking back and forth, I watch her lashes flutter as my piercings do their job. Playing with her clit, I slide deeper and deeper inside of her.

“Gods, this must be a dream,” Silla whispers in a strangled voice. I know she didn’t want me to hear, but it makes me want to prove to her that the reality is better.

“Not a dream if you come for me,” I tease her with a wide smile. Giggling, Silla’s breath hitches as she shivers.

“Oh, this is better than a dream,” Silla cries out. Getting closer as her legs start to shake.

“Drown my dick in your cream. Remind your pussy that you need me now. I’ll be there, every time. I swear, only the Queen’s Mission or death could keep me from you,” I promise.

“Gray,” she cries out, getting closer to her release. I want her to know I mean the words, it’s not just because I’m balls deep inside of her. Grinding my pelvis against her clit, I grit my teeth as Silla begins to keen.

My hands grab her thighs, reveling in how soft her skin is. Getting on my knees, I lift her ass, pumping into her. Fingers digging into my arms, her chest heaving, she falls apart for me. I haven’t been with anyone in so long, I follow her shortly after, filling her pussy with my cum.

“I would gladly paint your walls forever, if it means you’ll say my name like that every time,” I tell her, licking a bead of sweat rolling toward the valley between her breasts.

Not bothering to pull myself out of her yet, I lay next to her, loving how her head lays on my shoulder. Silla fits so well beside me.

“I never want you to feel unwanted or unwelcome,” I tell her in a hushed voice. Her eyes are fluttering, and I know she’s sleepy. “Can I ask you for something?”

I know I don’t deserve to ask for anything, and it may be too early for this. I have zero chill, and I’m done playing it safe.

“Yeah,” she breathes, shivering. Covering her body with a blanket, I shoot my shot.

“Will you leave space for me in your heart? I don’t deserve it, as you said Ayden, Andrya, and Sidney are doing a decent job of carving out places in your life…”

“I don’t want to need you,” she says softly, keeping her eyes closed. “There’s a growly man sized space in my heart waiting for you to step into it. I’m willing to give you the space to work for it.”

I’ll take it. Forcing myself not to yell out loud, I cover her face in kisses. Her lips twitch, but she’s losing the fight against the Sandman. Silla needs to sleep.

“Stay with me?” I ask, and her hand rubs my chest where my heart thumps nervously.

“You couldn’t pay me to make me move. Plus, you’re comfy,” Silla says with a sigh.

Waiting for her breathing to even out, I get lost for a bit in her beauty before getting up to wash up. Grabbing a washcloth, I clean her thighs and pussy. Silla hardly bled, so sleeping naked with me should be fine.

Pulling her body over me, I decide it’s worth the risk as my eyes drift closed, holding Silla in my arms.

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