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“I belong to you.”

“I already knew that.”

“Did you know I belonged to you from the very beginning, before I even knew I did?”

“Aw, Grimm.”

“And this.” I sat her on the edge of the bed, lifting her soft thighs over my shoulders, before placing a hand on her navel to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere.

Right over the largest fucking fairy tat she had. “This is my favorite tattoo, because the wings lead straight to your pussy.”

I had my mouth on her clit and my tongue working up and down her slit before she could reply.

It didn’t take her long to thread her dainty fingers through my hair. I looked up, eyes traveling over the sinewy curves of her tiny body, and grinned. “Roll your hips, fuck my tongue, and don’t stop until you’re coming in my mouth.”

That was all the directive she needed. She pulled herself closer, using my hair as leverage, and shoved me nose deep inside her.

I happily, greedily sucked and ate her like I was at my last meal, and she was the entrée.

Her pussy tasted like pomegranates, and her melodic moans were the key to Pandora ’s Box. Fuck, this girl was all my favorite sins in one imperfect vessel.

When the door clicked shut, I knew she heard it, but she didn’t stop me, In fact, she pulled me even deeper.

I was acutely aware of Cobra’s presence, never pausing in my ministrations. I heard him take a seat in the old wooden table chair after he dragged it a little closer.

I’d seen the way he watched her the night before. I remembered the flair of excitement in her eyes in the parking deck at the thought of an audience.

This was a onetime thing.

I’d usually pass who I was with right over to him if we weren’t smashing her between us.

But he couldn’t touch her; I’d take his hand off before that happened, and I knew she wouldn’t let him.

When I heard him undoing his pants, I knew it was good enough, regardless.

Brat’s legs began to tighten around my head, her movements not as sporadic.

She moaned my name and I almost came my damn self. I could hear Cobra roughly fisting his dick where he sat, knew he was hard from the full visual in front of him.

I nipped at her clit, digging my fingers into her thighs where I knew she was the sorest.

I growled when she roughly tugged on my strands in response. Her arousal was dripping down onto my beard. I was swimming between her thighs.

My hair felt like it was about to detach right with my scalp, Brat didn’t give a fuck. She only cared about coming all over my taste buds.

I bit down on her swollen nub and made it happen. Her hips would have lifted clean off the bed if I wasn’t holding her down.

I undid my pants, flicking her clit back and forth with the tip of my tongue, triggering another spasm from her body. I had her pinned by the throat, legs still over my shoulders, dick hard and pushing inside her with no warning.

As soon as she was lucid enough, she grabbed for me, urging me to tear her ass up like she knew I would. I fucked her like a whore every single time. She loved this shit as much as I did. Fucking each other up in bed had become our thing.

I looked at her pussy and swore I saw my reflection staring back at me. She was so wet I felt like I needed to dick her down a little harder to ensure she felt every inch of me branding inside her. Her face contorted, frozen in an overwhelming state of pleasure.

“Damn, this is intense,” I heard Cobra groan, Brat’s pussy clenched in response. I’d almost forgotten he was even in the room.

I switched positions, spreading Brat as wide as I could, sitting back on my hunches so Cobra had a better visual of my dick moving in and out of her tight, saturated pussy.

“Make her scream,” he soughed, cupping his balls in one hand and stroking himself with the other.