Page 130 of The Pucking Wrong Man

She moaned, and I savored the sound. “Well, I don’t think you want me to dance just like this,” she teased, gesturing to her current state.

I glanced at the blood I’d left on her thighs. I guess I could wipe that off. But nothing else.

Growling, I bit gently on her earlobe, causing her to inhale sharply. “What do you think? Are you going to give me what I want?”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered as I trailed a finger through her folds, which were already soaking wet.

“Good girl,” I answered, trying to ignore the way my dick had become like a fucking iron pole when she’d said that.

I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked off her taste, groaning because I loved it so much.

Fuck, I didn’t want to get out of this bed.

At least my hand would smell like her for the rest of the day.

I finally forced myself to move off her, and she pouted as I did.

“You need to rest that sweet pussy, baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you need…later. But right now you’re going to be my good girl and get all better for me.”

Her eyes got all dreamy, like they always did when I took charge.

“Promise?” she finally asked throatily, stretching her arms above her head. I tracked her lithe lines like a man obsessed.

“Mmmh. Most definitely,” I murmured, giving her one more kiss before I helped her off the bed.

She stayed covered in my cum for the entire day at dance.

And I got a new tattoo in her honor.

So, I would call the day a win.

“Look, we need to talk about your dicks,” Logan said the next day after practice, emerging from the communal showers with a vaguely sick look on his face.

“Rookie, what the hell are you talking about?” Lincoln snapped, his face scrunched up in concern.

Logan waved his hand at Lincoln, Ari, and Walker standing there with towels wrapped around their waists.

“Enough is enough. It’s called self-mutilation. This is setting a bad example for the rest of us.”

“It’s actually called ‘symbolizing our devotion,’” Ari said, looking completely unconcerned as he whipped off his towel and began to pull on his briefs—showcasing the...unusual piercings on his dick.

Not that I was trying to look. It was just hard to miss.

“Fuck, Lancaster,” Lincoln growled, turning away from Ari’s dick. “Can you not?”

“I can't help it,” Ari said lightly. “Maximus 5000 likes to be a free man.”

“Camden, tell them the multitude of dick decorations is too much. And really, guys, didn’t that fucking hurt? Especially you, Disney. That’s just…” He waved at Walker’s towel covered groin, keeping his eyes averted. “I mean, how did you not die?”

I was silent. I was pretty sure that the new tattoo I’d gotten in Anastasia’s honor would be “too much” in Logan’s eyes.

I mean it would probably be “too much” in everyone’s eyes.

It was just right for me, though.

It was also still very...fragile at the moment, so I’d decided on a shower at home where I could properly unwrap it and sanitize it as necessary. I’d kept Anastasia busy with my mouth, but I didn’t think me—or her—could hold out nearly as long as recommended before we needed the real thing.

“Noticed you’re a little quiet over there, Hero,” Ari drawled, and suddenly all four of them were staring at me suspiciously…still fully dressed in my practice clothes.

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