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Smack.

“Seven!”

Every single spank makes her all the more needy. “You gonna let another man ogle what’s mine?”

“No—I…”

Smack.

“Eight! Oh, God, Nevada…”

I cup her pussy again. She’s soaked. “Look at what I’m doin’ to you. I bet if I flicked that hot little bud of yours, you'll explode.” Fuck I want to.

“Yes, please…”

Smack.

“Nine…”

I keep my hand on her pussy.

Smack.

“Ten!”

I slip my hand under the elastic of her G-string and groan when I feel her slickness. I rub her clit with my fingers and she sticks that ass out further against me, grinding against my wood as she pants breathlessly. “Nevada… I’m… Oh, I’m coming…”

She tips her head back against my shoulder as I tilt her head to the side and my tongue slides in her mouth. I pinch her nipple as I rub circles around her clit as she detonates.

My girl.

My beautiful girl.

She turns in my arms and I lift her off the ground. Her jeans hang off her thighs as she tries to kick her boots off. When that doesn’t work, I plant my ass down on the bed and set her on her feet. She bends down to unzip her ankle boots as she says, “Pants off. Now. I need you inside me.”

I’ve never unbuckled my jeans so damn fast. I shove them down, pulling off my boots and discarding them as I spread my legs wide and tug on my dick. Her eyes go wide when she glances at me stroking myself.

“Are you on birth control?”

Her eyes flick up to mine. “We’re not…”

“Yes. We. Are. I want my cum inside you, markin’ you as mine, Estelle.”

“I’m not?—”

I pull her to my lap and she straddles me. “Yes, you are and we both know it. I’ve been tested, and I always use a condom. Always.” I hold my cock at the base and stare into her pretty eyes. “Sit on it and make me yours.”

She glances down then does a double take. “Nevada?”

I glance down too. Shit. The tattoo.

“What the hell is that?”

I swallow hard. “It’s a dick tattoo, what does it look like?”

“What the…”

“I just got it,” I say. “And it’s… We can still fuck but I can’t go all the way in.”

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