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Carson and Lexi stand up to storm past us toward the door. I hear him mutter "slut" under his breath, and I see red. He’s done talking to her like that. Just before he gets out of the door, I reach out to grab his hair with my fingers. I rip him backward, making him fall to the floor before leaning down and laying blow after blow into his smug face. I hear a cracking noise that makes me smile when my fist connects with his nose.

"Kellan, stop. He's not worth it," Lena calls out, her voice pulling me from my angry abyss.

I step away from him, admiring the way the blood drips from his nose. He's lucky he will only have a bloody nose and a black eye.

"Get the fuck out, and if you ever talk to her like that again, I want you to remember this moment," I seethe.

He doesn't say anything at all. He just scurries away like the cockroach he is. As soon as the door slams shut, Lena jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I catch her, holding her up by the bottom of her thighs. Her lips land on mine, and I groan at the contact. She runs her fingers through my hair with one hand as the other sits along the base of my neck. I take a few steps forward, trying to find somewhere for us to land.

She pulls back for a moment, panting, and points me in the direction of her bedroom. Once inside, I drop her down on the edge of the bed and sink to my knees in front of her. My hands reach out to grip the waistband of her leggings and panties, and she tilts her hips up, allowing me to pull them off.

I grip the backs of her knees and pull forward. Her back falls to the bed, and I place myself between her legs. I lean down and pepper kisses up the length of each one of them, wanting to savor every single piece of her. She props herself up on her elbows with her gaze focused solely on me.

My nose trails along her center, and I can smell her arousal as she bucks her hips from the slight contact. Her breath hitches when I lean to kiss the sensitive area near the apex of her thighs.

"Kellan," she pants.

"Yes, pet."

"Make me feel good."

A sly smile crosses my face. I throw her legs over my shoulders and claim my prize. I run my tongue along her opening, savoringthe taste of her before flicking her clit. I tasted her in her dreams, but nothing compares to real life.

She moans before lacing her fingers in my hair. With a soft tug, she positions me right where she wants me. I twirl my tongue all around her clit, relishing in the subtle way her body writhes beneath me.

"Kellan, more please,” she begs.

Who am I to say no? Slowly, I slide two fingers inside her and pump them in and out until I find the perfect spot that makes her sing for me. I focus my fingers on that, thrusting them in and out of her wet pussy as I suck on her clit.

I free my mouth from her to test the waters biting down on her inner thigh. "Fuckkkk," she whines.

"A perfect slut for me," I praise, her eyes lighting up with desire.

"Yes," she breathes, not taking those beautiful browns off of me.

I dive back into her pussy with a renewed passion, believing she can handle anything I dole out to her. I add a third finger and focus my attention back on her clit, feeling the way her pussy spasms with each flick of my tongue.

She's close already, and it makes anticipation run through my veins. I can't wait to see the look on her face and feel the way her body falls apart because of me outside of her dreams. I pick up my pace, and her hips buck in response.

"Come for me, pet. Soak my fingers like a good little whore."

I lean back in, sucking on her clit to give her the last little push she needs, and she does exactly what I told her to. She grinds her pussy all over my face, finding pure bliss. I’m transfixed by the furrow in her brow and the way her mouth has transformed into the perfect ‘O’ shape.

"Oh my God!" she cries out.

"Not God, but not the Devil either." I chuckle to myself as my fingers continue their pace, letting her ride out her high.

When her hand falls from my hair, I pull back to quickly strip out of my clothes. I’m not done with her yet. She glances down at my fully erect cock, and she takes in a sharp breath. She follows suit and strips her top half bare before positioning herself in the center of the bed. I climb on top of her, wasting no time placing myself back between her legs.

My mouth lands on her neck, biting and sucking up the length of it. She may have marks there in the morning, and the idea sends a thrill through me. I grind my cock along her center, and she leans into it. She likes things dirty, so it's time to spice things up a notch. I reach my hand out and wrap it around her delicate little throat. Her eyes glimmer in delight as I begin to squeeze.

"How badly do you want me to fuck you, pet? Will you beg for it?" I know I'm pushing it a bit with the number of times I've called her pet, but I can't stop. "Beg me to fuck you like the desperate slut you are."

"Please, fuck me."

"You can do better than that,"I tell her, tightening my grip on her throat and grinding my cock on her sensitive clit.

"Fuck me like a dirty whore, please," she begs. The moment those words leave her lips, I lose control.

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