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“Nor do you need to,” I reassure her. “I think if you’re around, my cock will show its appreciation.”

Grinning, she cups my face, kissing me. It’s not a brush along the lips, it’s a real kiss. I feel so special that she’s kissing me, giving me a vulnerable piece of her. Kissing is sacred to her, so this is everything. My hands gently massage her hips, and she slowly starts to rock back and forth against my dick.

I force myself not to react. Gods, she feels so good, and if she needs this, I’m fine if my reward is that I cum in my boxers. Silla Tremaine can have anything she wants.

I can feel Sidney and Andrya’s eyes on us as we kiss. Silla’s tongue slips between my lips, gently flicking my tongue, and I can’t help the grunt I make.

“Ayden,” she whimpers, rotating her hips. “I shouldn’t want this, but…”

“Use him,” Andrya says immediately. “If he dies due to not getting enough blood to his big head, then so be it.”

Silla and I huff out a laugh, and my fingers squeeze her hips gently. Her head drops back as her breaths grow stuttered and breathy with desire as I kiss up her neck.

“Yes, Kitten,” I breathe, licking as I kiss her skin. “Cream for me, like a good girl.”

Whimpering, her thighs clench as she shudders. “Please, I need this,” she whimpers, a beautiful flush spreading along her neck.

“Grind on my cock, use me,” I growl, goosebumps spreading along her skin as she hears how crazy she makes me feel. I’m fucking feral. Sidney moves to cuddle Andrya, his hand sliding into her panties to help her come too. Hey, it’s only fair.

My hands slowly move under her shirt, massaging her skin. I know she shouldn’t be in pain, but I’m more worried about being self conscious about her body.

“Please, touch me,” she whispers, and that’s when my restraint snaps. Pushing up her shirt, I can see her beautiful breasts. There’s a fucking bite mark on one, and it makes me see red. Carefully, I lave my tongue along her nipple, listening for sounds of pain. Instead, needy moans come out of her mouth instead, and I smile.

Lifting her arms, I take this as a sign to remove her shirt.

“Gorgeous, and mine,” I murmur, palming her heavy breasts. They’re gorgeous, the flush along her neck continuing to them.

“Can you…” Silla hesitates as I roll my hips, giving her the perfect friction against her needy clit. Her sleep pants are thin, and she can feel every inch of me.

“Anything, you have but to say it,” I groan. The sound should be obscene, but neither of us notice. It’s been so long since I’ve had her in my arms, and it feels like a miracle.

“Make me yours again,” she begs. “I just…”

“I got you, Kitten,” I promise. “Be a good girl and grind your needy pussy on my cock until you come. I’m going to suck on your pretty tits, make my own marks so that every time you see them, you know I was with you.”

It should be perverse for me to say this to her so soon after her trauma, but her words tell me she needs this. I’ll never deny this woman anything.

Sucking on her nipple, I carefully tweak and pull at the other, watching her reactions. Her eyes hood with desire, her breaths pant as she rides my cock through our clothes. Silla’s eyes watch Andrya, who has lost most of her clothes as Sidney plays with her. My eyes remain on my girl, the true queen of my heart, happy she’s getting her own personal live sex show.

My teeth scrape along her nipple insistently, making her cry out as her fingers plunge into my blond hair. I’ve let it grow out a little, so she has enough to hold on to as I hug her tightly to me. Silla’s hips rock, grind, and ride my cock through my pants as I thrust against her. Her cries grow more and more desperate, and I know she’s close.

My eyes must glint with demands as I watch her. I’m getting close, my balls are drawing up, and heat is growing up along my back.

“Come with me, my Queen,” I growl, smug as her eyes grow wide. Sucking hard on her nipple as I grab her hips to rock them hard against my length, Silla begins to beg and keen.

“Please, yes, oh Gods, Ayden,” she cries just as she stiffens, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she explodes. Nothing else matters at this moment, and I’ve even managed to ignore Andrya as she falls apart for Sidney as well. Letting go as I feel the rush of wetness from Silla I grunt as I release ropes of cum into my own boxers.

“Fuck, that’s it, yes, Kitten,” I roar as I finish. Breathing hard, I glance down at Silla finding that she passed out on my chest. Chuckling, I brush my fingers along her beautiful, raven hair.

“She’s a fainter,” Andrya pants. Glancing over, I find she’s dressed again, smirking. Sidney’s still rock hard, but looks happy. I would love to let Silla sleep, but we’re a bit of a mess.

Chuckling, I say, “Come back to me, Silla. Wake up and clean up with me.”

Blinking sleepily, she yawns as she looks up. “I did it again, huh?”

“Yes, Beautiful. I think it’s the best compliment in the world,” I tell her honestly. Smiling, she kisses my chin.

“Be my chariot and take me to the bathroom? I think my legs are jello,” she chuckles.