Page 104 of My Summer Girl

“I-I didn’t know,” she stutters, her eyes glistening with regret. I reach forward and swipe them with my thumbs.

“I won’t let you run away again. You may not see it yet, maybe it’ll take forever, but you’re mine Vera. From the moment my eight year old self met your twelve year old self, crying about the deaths of my parents, you were my entire world,” I harshly admit and demand. “You were mine the moment you cared enough to stop your dancing to notice and acknowledge my pain as if it were your own.”

Her lip trembles as she clenches my hair. “I didn’t realize you felt that way,” she whispers, her fingers going to her lips as if she still feels the same sensation I do.

The way our skin buzzes together. We’re meant to be. Solera is never wrong in her pursuit of destiny.

Nor are the Fates.

Es mía.

Just as much as Dulce and Vex are.

“Raev—” For the third and final time I stop her, placing two fingers on her lips.

“For once in your life, shut that pretty fucking mouth and give in.”

She lets out a little huffy squeak as if she’s both charmed and annoyed with me. I don’t let her dwell. Instead, I grab her jaw and crash our lips together once more.

This time isn’t sweet or gentle. I fuck her mouth like I want to do her cunt, with force and passion. Unraveling us both with each stroke of my tongue.

I take no pause as my palm glides up her stomach, pushing up her top, grabbing her breast with need.

They’re massive and pierced, the metal barbell rubbing against me as I massage her. Her lips separate from mine to moan and whimper, and I take her lips, biting them and grinding against her.

She takes that as her own sign, rubbing her pussy against my waist, wanting friction. It’d be so easy to slide one hand down, reach between her thighs, and press her swollen clit until she cries for me.

“Tell me to stop, mi media naranja.” My words come out as a gasp, but I can’t let her go once she gives me herself. I’ll want her forever.

She shakes her head while gripping my hair in a fist. “On your back.” Her tone, one similar to the voice she offers to her subjects when ruling, has me shivering.

I set her thighs down, allowing her to stand as I lower to my knees. My eyes look up at her, but I’m nearly her height even on my knees. Her boot presses against my sternum and amusement dances in her expression.

Not fighting her at all, I go to my elbows, keeping her gaze. She lifts her crop, revealing her beautiful chest and pierced nipples. I wish I’d have sucked them into my mouth and nipped everywhere, leaving my mark.

Her eyebrow raises when I don’t entirely flatten. “On. Your. Back.” This time, there’s a bit of malice, like she’ll step on my cock if I don’t listen.

I bite my cheek in order not to smile at the way that thought turns me on. Laying backward, I wait for her next move. She shucks off her shorts and I’m sad I missed it. Yet as she stands above me, her glistening cunt waiting for my mouth, I can’t find myself to think of anything but what she tastes like.

“What should I call you, Raevar?” she asks, tapping her chin with her black fingernail. I’m mesmerized with her naked form, unable to be coherent while her body is bare for me to admire. She’s a goddess, created from Solera in all her perfection. How I held back for all these years is beyond my comprehension. “Little prince?” She hums the title and I shiver at the honorific.

I like it. I’m anything but little, but knowing she wanted a prince to pet and sit at her feet only weeks ago has me nodding enthusiastically.

“Are there certain things you don’t want to do?”

“I’ll do anything,” I rush out, knowing she’ll disapprove.

“Face sitting?”

I bob my head so fast and frantically, I feel a little lightheaded. “Please.”

“He begs,” she taunts, crouching above my chest. “What about edging?”

I hiss, closing my eyes, thinking of how Vex wouldn’t let me come last night. It had such an amazing payoff, but knowing I’ll have to hold back here seems impossible. I’ve never had her. What if I come from her taste alone?

I shudder in anticipation. “Yes.” Her mouth morphs with excitement. She’s never dominated in front of me. Usually, she makes me control the people she’s with, taking pleasure and not offering a ton in return. As if she can tell I’m thinking of prior conquests, she narrows her eyes.

“What was that thought?”

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