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I shove my phone back into my jeans, glaring at the cheap access between me and the entity who almost murdered my sister.

Leaning forward, I turn the doorknob to her room and gently push the door open, letting it slowly reveal me in front of it.

Jane is too busy stroking me, eager to please me because she’s already mindful of how hard I fuck when she has the tip of me at the back of her throat.

Another good thing about Jane, no gag reflex.

I pet her head, encouraging her, as Stormi appears in my line of sight, stealing the show that is on its knees for me. Her red-rimmed eyes find me immediately, and they look the same, always the same.

Virtuous.

Beautiful.

Hopeless.

I could be wearing down that faith finally that she’s been clinging onto. But she’s fucked now. My sister just hammered another nail into her coffin.

How much more do I really need?

I recognize her.

Reagan just described what she could, and it matched.

And I’m staring at her right now.

Her thick eyelashes are wet from crying, and I watch those blues fall down to Jane. The handkerchief wrapped around her head and between her lips makes my dick harder as a cheshire cat smile emerges from my face.

I want her to see all of this and to use her in the only way I can. Just her sitting there is enough.

“Just like that,” I urge Jane as her tongue circles my head. “Show me how bad you want it.”

She hums as Stormi meets my gaze again with owl-like eyes. I wink at her and slowly begin to thrust into my neighbor’s mouth.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I growl, cupping the sides of Jane’s head. “I’ve imagined it just like this in my head.” I nod towards Stormi. “Me and you.”

Jane moans around me, figuring it’s her I’m talking about.

Far the fuck from it.

The blue eyes that I’ve become infatuated with never leave my hazel gaze. Call me a moron, but she might be enjoying this.

There is no way.

Yes, there is. She was getting finger-fucked by Fatso the Killer Klown with a Santa Claus beard that smelled like stale cigarettes.

I expect Stormi to close her eyes, maybe narrow them at me, but is completely entranced by my fucking another woman’s mouth in front of her.

The silence between us is electric besides Jane’s saliva making noises around my cock.

I imagine her soft-looking lips on my dick. Her hair in my palm and between my fingers.

Taking another hit off my blunt, I let the smoke fill my lungs, and the high hit my brain.

Except I’m already doped up.

Just focusing on her is making my body relax and enjoy the head I’m receiving because, in my vivid imagination, it’s her on her knees at my feet.

I may conjure up many things in my mind for Stormi to suffer, but I can’t rid myself of being attracted to her.

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