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I bit my lip as my eyes dropped to her tits before looking back up at her. “Anywhere?”

“Anywhere.” She smiled.

My hand gripped her hair at the back of her neck, and I tilted her head back before slamming my lips on hers. I loved her lips. They were soft and full. I loved the way they tasted, the way they opened so freely for me.

My tongue slid over the surface before dipping inside to run along her perfect teeth. When she bit my tongue, I growled, biting her bottom lip, tugging it out before letting it snap back.

Then my hands covered her tits. They were the perfect size, fitting in my hand. “You were made for me,” I whispered before pinching a nipple between my thumb and index finger.

She hissed, and I pulled back. “Too hard?”

“Harder.”

Her hand swept up and down my hard length, and I pinched her nipple harder, flattening it between my fingers, and the moan that escaped her luscious lips was my undoing.

White-hot cum erupted from the end of my dick, covering her belly, and it was the most erotic moment of my life. Her tits forgotten, I dropped to my knees, my hands on her waist as I studied the mess I had made on her skin.

This right here was more arousing than seeing my name tattooed on her skin. Which would happen soon, along with her name on mine. I stared at her for a moment before looking up at her. She watched me as I stuck my tongue out and dippedit into the mess and licked her skin. Gathering as much as I could before standing up and shoving my tongue into her mouth. Feeding her my cum.

“That was so fucking hot,” she whispered, panting against my lips.

“You’re fucking hot. I want to taste every goddamn inch of you.”

She stepped away, taking her heat with her. She went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Wiping up.”

“Why?” I snatched the cloth from her and tossed it on the floor.

“I’m a mess.”

“You’re my fucking mess. Get on the damn bed.”

Her pupils darkened with arousal.

“You like it when I tell you what to do?”

“I like it when you’re a bossy asshole.”

“Remember, you fucking said that.” I shoved her onto the bed and crawled over her. “I’ve come twice already, and I feel like I’m on the verge of coming again just looking at your naked body all spread out for me.”

“So come.” I smacked her tit the way I’d seen Dakota do it to the girls that were willing. When she closed her eyes and moaned, I almost came again. Her sass was hot as fuck, and if I had any fucking control of my body around her, I’d punish her for that bratty attitude.

“It’s my turn to make you come.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Mimic

I covered her body with mine, taking my time kissing her. I never knew kissing could be so damn erotic. But just the taste of her lips had me rock hard again.

I heard the brothers talk about their conquests, bragging about how many times they made a woman come. Indie had now made me lose control four times, and I had yet to make her come once.

That ended now. I nestled myself between her legs, the head of my cock notched at her pussy. I wanted to push in so fucking badly, but I had to wait. He had to wait. This was her time.

She didn’t think she was good enough for me. She didn’t think she deserved me. It wasn’t about what she deserved. It was about what I fucking wanted. And what I wanted was her.