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One second with her pretty mouth on me and I'm already going crazy. Hand tightly wrapped in her hair, I force myselfdeeper into her mouth, thrusting until my cock hits the back of her throat.

She gags, spit dribbling down her chin, tears at the corner of her eyes as I fuck her mouth just like I did her pussy.

Like an animal.

Eyes on me, her hands are on my ass as she holds herself still, relaxing her throat to welcome me as deep as she can. Still, her lips are only halfway around my cock.

I feel my balls contract, my release nearing. I pull her head back a little, only the tip remaining in her mouth, more spit accumulating around her mouth and down my cock.

And fuck if I've seen anything hotter.

"Don't swallow,” I tell her, her big, tear-streaked eyes looking at me in confusion. She nods, her face achingly innocent and angelic, yet I know what lies beneath the surface.

Sin. My sin.

Her lips wrapped around the head, I fist my cock, stroking myself until spurts of cum shoot into her waiting mouth.

Like the obedient girl she is—this time—she doesn't swallow.

"Show me how you take my seed, hell girl," I prompt her, stroking her cheek. “Let me see my cum on your tongue."

My dick falls from her lips, and I watch in fascination as she opens her mouth to show me her tongue, cum coating the entire surface with some dripping down the sides of her face.

She looks so thoroughly fucked—and marked—that I can't help the way my heart swells in my chest.

Dropping to my knees next to her, because there's no way I'd ever make her kneel for me if I weren't ready to do the same, I wrap an arm around her waist, bringing her close to my chest.

My hand moves up her neck as I reach her mouth, my thumb gathering the errant cum from around her lips and pushing it back where it belongs.

"Perfect. So fucking perfect," I whisper, searing the image of her like this in my mind.

Her eyes crinkle around the corners as she gives me a saucy smile. Her mouth closing, she sucks her cheeks in as she's churning the cum in her mouth, mixing it with her saliva before parting her lips again, showing me the bubbles on the surface of her tongue, and the way she's playing with it.

"Fuck, hell girl," I rasp, feeling myself growing hard again.

She winks at me, closing her mouth again and swallowing loudly.

"Delicious," she leans in to whisper.

From instinct alone, I grab her by the throat, taking her mouth in a kiss, tasting myself on her lips and loving the way we're always one.

"I can't believe you fucked me on a plane," she giggles, standing up on wobbly feet and going to look into the small bag she'd packed at the house.

"You know killing sprees open my appetite," I joke and she shakes her head at me.

Rummaging through her bag, she pulls out a long sundress, easily slipping it over her head and tying the belt around the waist.

I pull myself together, standing and zipping up my pants. My gaze still strays to her, and I can't help but admire her beauty, the yellow of the dress only serving to accentuate her stunning complexion, the shape showing off her waist and her hourglass figure.

"No." She crosses her arms over her chest. "We're not doing this again. This is the only piece of clothing I have left, and you're not ripping this apart too." She presses her lips together, shaking her head at me.

"Sisi," I groan, though I know she's right. I need to get a hold on myself.

"Don't you have other things to do?" she asks, coming over and picking up my phone. "The photo Nero sent," she explains as she unlocks the phone.

"Shit, I forgot," I mutter, realizing her presence is too intoxicating. She makes me lose track of everything buther.

I join her as she opens up the gallery to search for the picture. Her brows are pinched as she scrolls througha lotof pictures of her—sleeping, eating, walking, thinking. I have a snapshot ofeverythingshe does.