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I flip her quickly, grinning, as I go on the attack and hear the best thing ever—her laughter. Such a pure sound. One that makes me smile wider till she does the worst thing and squirms below me. Just enough to wake up certain body parts that we don’t have time to take care of properly.

I press down on her, using my weight to stop her, but she just wraps her legs around me while I hold her arms above her head with one hand and rest the other on her hip.

She gives a little hip pulse, and I moan as she hums. “Now that’s a way to wake up.”

I settle all my weight on her now to prevent any further tricks. I would love more than anything to sink right into her and remember what we had last night, but I’m choosing to prioritize her safety over getting my dick wet.

Maybe I should play the lottery tonight.

Everyone says it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and me wanting to actually choose safety over sex is probably a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

I don’t see it happening much. Hell, never done it before.

I always chuckled at the brothers who were whipped at the club and did that.

Not that I’m whipped. Got a long way to go for that.

Or so I hope. I can’t possibly be falling for Viv already. That would just be crazy.

Right?

“Come on, babe. Mickey’s got something for us. You keep moving like this and I’ll force my cock into your pussy and then down your throat.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she says after blowing her hair out of her face.

And I fall. Head over heels. Not a single woman has ever said that before. No lie.

“Fuuuuck.” I grind into her. Once, twice. Just enough to take the edge off.

“Domino. Please.” The whimpered plea from her lips is sinful. And if I were a better man, I wouldn’t answer the devil’s call. But she’s begging me, and what kind of Hound would I be if I don’t answer the call of my favorite patron?

“Ah, baby, you know I can’t refuse when you ask so nicely.” I peck her lips but don’t linger. We don’t have enough time to do what I want with her as it is; extra seconds spent on her amazing mouth would just make us later than we’re already going to be.

I slide down her body with purpose but leave soft kisses in my wake as I pass all her good spots. Which is every part of her. Her legs remain around me, even while I slither lower on my belly till I find her other lips. Ones I’ve only had my cock taste and my fingers tease.

Once I get to her center, I take a deep breath and lean my head against her lower stomach.

She smells like a wanton woman. And I fucking love that I can make her wet enough that I can smell it on her.

I kiss her beautiful thighs, the left and then the right.

I get an image of her just squeezing the life out of me with them wrapped around my head like they are now.

I wouldn’t even be mad if I died from this. What a way to go.

I slide my hands under her, giving a quick pull even though she’s already where I want her, grunting in approval at the small squeal that comes out of her.

I doubt many even know she can make that noise.

Catching a glimpse of her face, I see even she’s surprised by it.

Yeah, definitely filing that bit away. Not only to remember the sound but to see what other things I can do to get a squeal like that out of her.

I curl my hands around each upper leg and use my nose to push the loose leg of her sleep shorts aside. I expect to come in contact with more fabric, but what I find pulls a little shocked chuckle from me instead.

“Commando, huh? A guy can get used to this.” Then I bury my face in her pussy and give one solid lick all the way through her folds.

“So can I.” She shivers as she responds with bated breath.

I should make this last. I should, especially since it’s the first time I get to savor her.

But I can’t. Not only because my brothers are waiting, but because I don’t want to.

I can’t. One lick and I’m hooked. She’s the type of drug people do life in prison for with zero regrets.

And if she was illegal to taste, I’d be getting locked up with them.

But she’s not. And I can do whatever the fuck I want to her, and ain’t no one going to tell me I can’t.

Gripping her legs tight, I reach out and pull her sleep shorts’ leg hole to the side as far as it can go. I get an unobstructed view of my breakfast. Sure, it’s afternoon, but I just woke up. This still qualifies as the first meal of the day.

I don’t let my hands get in the way. I would love to feel her tight channel squeeze around a digit, but I’d rather have all her juices running down my throat and coating my lips and chin in her scent.

For the first time, I wish I had a mustache; I could just have her soak it, and then I could smell her on me all day long.

Actually, scratch that. If I smell this, I won’t be able to do anything but fuck her, and while I will do that one day, we need to get the fucker who thinks it’s okay to look in on my girl .

Shit. I’m claiming her. I know I am. Not sure what that means for us in the long term, but I can’t deny this. It feels too right. She’s mine. And I’ll protect what’s mine, for as long as it’s mine.

I lick her again, but this time, when I reach the top, I wiggle my tongue around her clit and memorize each squirm and moan to do it again when we have more time.

This is just meant to tide us both over.

My dick is going to leave an indent in her bed, but I can live with blue balls if it means I can get Viv to let go for a bit.

She says she’s fine with all of this. And maybe she is.

But I’m not. Not really. And if I can’t beat the shit out of someone right now, the next best thing is making a woman scream my name in ecstasy.

I lick, nibble, and just when she lets out a plea for more, I suck her clit into my mouth.

Hard. She bows off the bed, and I press her hips down as she tries to lift me off her.

Either to stop or to never let my mouth part from her pussy again, I don’t know.

But her chanting my name makes me think it’s the latter.

“Domino, please… please.”

“What a good girl to beg for her man.”

As expected, she squeezes my head between her legs and grabs my hair, pulling hard.

I just dive back in and don’t let her win.

But this time, my tongue is going everywhere but her clit till I finally find that spot my dick has already claimed and bury myself as far in as my jaw will allow, shaking my head back and forth for extra vibration as I moan and groan in appreciation of her taste.

Her legs keep squeezing, but her fingers loosen their grip and start clawing softly at my head as if she’s petting a cat instead.

I guess, in a way, she is. Well, if you consider that I’m buried so far inside her kitty that I’m part of it.

A banging on the door has her stilling for a second before she ignores it. And why should she care who it is? Barring the place catching on fire, I’m not stopping till she comes on me, coating me in her release.

As the banging continues, I use it as my tempo to suck harder.

To lick deeper. To savor more. With one more suck of her clit, I let my teeth scrape against the sensitive nub, and it sets her off.

Her back barely bows this time; more like she’s stuck in suspension as I hold her to me while I coax everything out of her.

Only when she whimpers do I let up on her clit to lick the rest of her release off her, swallowing every drop.

Once I’m satisfied I got everything, I give a final kiss to each thigh before sitting up.

Viv just flops her legs open like she’s doing the butterfly stretch, allowing me to see everything. I’m beyond tempted to push my boxers down a notch and just slip right in. But the damn knocking starts again, and I sigh and get up to grab the clothes I left on the side of the bed.

“Remind me to throat-punch your friends, yeah?” she says as she gives a solid stretch this time before rolling off the other side of the bed.

I shake my head but smile as I watch her go to her closet to change. I’m done before her, tucking both my gun and phone away before I make my way to her front door and open it mid-knock.

“About damn time. What, you get lost in here or something?” Bane grumbles as he, Mickey, Rooster, and Lucky come in .

I just smile because he’s not wrong. I did get lost. So lost in my girl that I forgot for a second that everything else existed.

“All right, who was knocking so much that I couldn’t get a decent five extra minutes?” Viv calls out before she appears in front of the boys.

Lucky is quick to move behind everyone and points at Mickey like a five-year-old does when ratting on their siblings to avoid being punished. It gets even worse when Mickey points at Rooster, who just nods at Bane.

That’s about the time I lose it. This girl is perfect. And the fact that my brothers are scared of her just makes me want to call her mine all the more.