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I snort, because they always have. It’s why I always sleep next to her so she’s not embarrassed in the morning when her hand is stuffed down someone’s pants.

“Fair,” I murmur, pushing a finger into her tight pussy. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. You take my fingers so good.”

“More,” she moans, and I can feel her hips struggling to keep thrusting back.

Rewarding her, I rub my finger over her bound wrists as I push two more fingers into her pussy.

“So pretty when you’re stuffed full,” I sigh, rubbing my palm against her clit. Silla pants with her cheek pressed tightly against the mat, and despite the compression of her bra, I feel the need to see her tits. “Don’t move your hands from behind your back, or I’ll stop what I’m doing.”

“I’ll be good… please,” she whimpers. Silla has the ability to be so good when there’s the promise of an orgasm on the other end. Although, she’s a brat with Grayson for the same reason.

Letting go, I reach around and unzip her bra so her breasts bounce free. Perfect. I want to watch them bounce while I fuck her.

“Don’t move, Pet,” I warn her, moving my leg from her calves so I can claim my delicious treat.

Dragging my tongue along her clit as I fuck her with my fingers, I listen to her sounds. Silla locks her fingers together to keep her hands from moving, and I decide to let it slide.

“Sidney,” Silla moans. There’s a wall of mirrors in front of us, and I watch her eyes roll in pleasure.

“Tell me how good it feels,” I mumble against her clit before sucking hard on it. Thank fuck we’re the last room on the end, or everyone would be able to hear us.

Silla’s hips rock naturally against my fingers as I fuck her with them, and I have the best view of her swaying and bouncing tits. Keening meets my efforts, and I crook my fingers that are deep inside of her. Silla cries against the mat, tears building as she gets closer to her release.

“That’s it, Pet. All you have to do is squirt for me, and I’ll give you my dick,” I tell her, dragging my tongue along the needy nerve endings.

“I don’t know if I can,” she mewls, her voice raspy with desire and need.

“Yes, you can,” I growl, nipping at her clit before sucking hard.

Screaming, her hands hit the floor hard as she writhes. As my fingers continue to fuck her through her orgasm, they’re strangled by her walls. Finally, Silla shudders, spraying my face as she comes in a second wave.

“Good fucking girl,” I praise her, righting my body as I wipe my face with the back of my hand. Pushing down my shorts, my cock bobs out as I look down at Silla. She’s trying to catch her breath, but there’s no way that’s going to happen when I fuck her.

Grabbing my dick at the base, I glance down at the fairly new artwork that I’ve added to it. It’s been over a month now, and within the scrollwork are the hidden names “Andrya” and “Silla”. These girls have my heart and my dick in a stranglehold, and neither know what I’ve done.

Maybe one day they’ll notice when I fuck their throats. Or maybe not.

Pumping my cock, I stroke the length of it to smear the precum across the head. My dick is weeping in excitement, and I can’t wait any longer.

“This is going to be hard and rough, Little Love. Are you ready?” I ask Silla as I slide the tip of my cock through her arousal, getting it wet.

“Yes, please, Sidney. Make me see the Gods,” she begs, making me smirk. That’ll be some shit.

Rocking my hips, I thrust inside of her, and that’s the last gentle thing I’m capable of.

Slapping her ass, I grip her hips firmly, pulling her roughly. Using her as my own personal fuck toy, I watch her look up at the mirror to watch me. My lips are curled into a snarl, and the only sound is that of skin on skin and Silla’s cries. Needing more, I push her hips up so that I’m hovering over her, fucking her into the mats.

The change in position makes me feel deeper inside of her, and Silla's mouth drops as she groans. Reaching between us, I rub her clit insistently.

“Sidney, I can’t!” Silla cries out, dropping her head on her arms.

“Don’t lie to me,” I tell her, slapping her ass. Pulling her up, I hold her hair tightly, forcing her to kiss me as I bounce her on my dick. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” she breathes. It’s like my cock is impaling her as she gets used to the new position. I want her to remember I fucked her in the gym and blush every time someone talks about working out. Maybe that’ll become our new code word.

“Are you sure?” I tease her as I hold her tightly to me so I can thrust up. Fuck, Silla is a vision. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wild with desire, and her nipples tight with need.

If I were an artist, my fingers would be itching to paint her.