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My stomach drops.

It’s her.

That night. That masked girl with the filthy mouth and the fuck-me eyes. The one I couldn’t forget no matter how hard I tried. The one who branded herself into me like fire.

My grip tightens in her hair. My abs lock up.

She’s got no idea she just handed me the match and the gasoline.

And now she’s here—on her knees, spit-slicked, mouth full of me, looking up with those same eyes, that same ruined whimper.

I have to choke it back. Bite the inside of my cheek till I taste blood.

Don’t come. Don’t fucking come yet. I want to feel her fall apart under me before I lose it.

“Jesus, Kat,thats a good girl” I groan, voice strangled. “You’re her. You were mine that night.”

She doesn’t stop.

She speeds up.

Suction tighter. Pace faster. Tongue wicked. She deep throats me again, harder this time, groaning around my cock—cupping my balls as she twists her grip up my shaft like she wants to milk the memory from my bones.

“Fuck—” I growl, yanking her off, cock twitching in my fist. “You trying to make me lose my goddamn mind?”

She licks the head slow, savoring the taste. Her lips curl.

“Too late.”

But I’m not done.

“Look at you,” I mutter, watching her cheeks hollow, spit leaking down her chin, glistening and raw. “Look at that messy little mouth…you like this, don't you, baby girl?”

She moans, and that sound punches straight to my balls like a shot I never want to come down from.

“You like sucking me dry, huh?” I rasp, dragging my thumb slowly over her flushed cheek, feeling the tremble beneath my touch. “You like being filthy for me?”

She nods, eyes glassy and pupils blown wide, ravenous like she’s been starving for this kind of dirty. I yank her off with a sharp pop and tug her up to straddle me again, her fiery center pulsating on my chest.

“Goddamn. You’re dangerous.” My mouth finds her pussy like I’m starving, desperate to taste every inch of her.

She screams when I suck her clit, lapping her sweet creamy center. Body writhing beneath me like she’s unspooling from the inside out. Whimpering, trembling, completely lost in the sensation.

“Stay still,” I growl, tongue fucking her deep, swallowing every wet sound she makes. “You want me to make you come? Then ride my face like you mean it.”

And fuck, does she. Gripping the headboard with nails digging into wood, hips grinding hard against my mouth, her moans ragged and raw.

My cock leaks against my abs, aching to bury itself inside her again.

When she comes, it’s a shattered sob—broken raw and beautiful. A sound that punches the air from my lungs and drags me under.

I flip her again, face down, ass high, her thighs still trembling with leftover tremors. I lean in, cock brushing against her soaked entrance, slick and swollen.

“You know what this pussy needs, Kat?”

“Tell me,”she gasps, pushing back against me, begging for it like she’s been waiting for this moment her whole life.

“It needs to be owned.”