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“Beautiful,” I groaned, the release so hard that I thought my balls were going to burst. Letting her down gently, I put my hand between her legs and slid into her pussy, fingering her slowly. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of this. “You’re dripping now. I like you this way. Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”

She gave me a hot look as she let me pull her out of the shower, towel-dried her hair, and carried her to the bedroom. I wasted no time putting her on the bed and spreading her thighs so I could lay between them. Pumping my cock I watched the cum dribble from her pussy in abject fascination.

“I’m going to fuck you again. Paint you with my cum. Mark you as mine.”

“I’m yours. You can do whatever you want with me.”

Fuck she was a wet dream. I was already hard again, and I slid into her, pulling her into a sitting position on top of me so she straddled me. Her hips flexed, and from the look on her face, I could see that she was already enjoying this new position.

“You like this?” I asked.

“This feels good,” she groaned, her face scrunching as if she was concentrating. Each movement and grind scraped her nipples against my chest, making her bite her lip. I dipped my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply.

“It does feel good,” I agreed. She ground against me as if she couldn’t help herself, not moving up and down my shaft but rubbing up against the base. It was enough to make me crazy, but I loved that she was using my cock the way she wanted.

“I think I’m going to come again,” she admitted, grinding harder with abandon.

“I know you are. Just like the naughty girl youare. Trying to get all my cum, aren’t you? Admit it,” I demanded.

“Yes.” She lay her head on my shoulder, letting me anchor her hips to me as she ground into me. I spread her ass further, dipping my fingers into the wetness and pulling it between her cheeks and to the tiny puckered hole.

“That’s it, angel,” I murmured before pushing a finger into her hole partway. “You’re nice and full.” I pumped the finger in and out. “I got you a present for this ass of yours since you’re such a naughty girl.” She came hard, crying out as she surged against me, but I held on even though my cock pulsed and throbbed.

I slid out of her, turned her over, and pulled out the small bag that I’d picked up yesterday, ignoring her side glance. Unwrapping the package, I squirted some lube on the butt plug. I’d erred on the side of caution and gotten an extra small one to start with.

“Okay, angel, push out.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yep. Stick that pretty ass out and stop back talking.” I squirted some lube on her little hole, enjoying the vision of her leaking pussy. Massaging her clit I leaned into her and waited until she was once again moaning and pushingback into me until I inserted the small plug part way. I worked it back and forth, massaging her pussy at the same time, pumping my fingers in tandem.

Veronica leaned her head forward against the pillow. “This feels …” she broke off.

“Good angel?”

“Amazing,” she confessed as I slid the small plug the way in. She whined as I withdrew my fingers and massaged her cheeks.

“This is going to feel so good. You’re going to feel so full.” I eased my cock into her pussy, stroking slowly in and out of her. “You’re so sloppy wet right now, just how I like it.” I gave the plug a little pump, and she flew apart, screaming my name into the pillow, her walls pulsing. “What a good girl you are, my little goddess,” I crooned. “Such a good girl.” It seemed like I came just as hard as I did the first time, the feel of her tight sheath and the flutters of her orgasm combining with my sudden desperation.

Even later, as we cleaned up and I dried her off, I couldn’t help easing my fingers back into her to make sure some of my cum was still inside her.

“I love you,” I whispered into her neck. She was blow drying her hair, the whir of the device humming, the gardenia perfume swirling. Herlight blue eyes met mine in the mirror, and her mouth tilted in a soft smile.

“I love you back.” My heart swelled. I couldn’t remember if there had ever been a time in my life when a woman loved me and never liked this. Surely, my mother had loved me once, but I couldn’t remember her. Veronica’s eyes on mine had my heart squeezing, and I knew that I would do anything to keep her.

I wasn’t sure what Doug was talking about in regard to Spato, but I would protect Veronica with everything I had.

Chapter 31

Veronica

It might be hard to believe, but my social calendar was pretty abysmal, which was why I’d fought hard to be allowed to come tonight. I wanted to experience so many things in life, and an underground fight club? Well, that seemed like it should be a bucket list item.

Reed and I had been torn between excited and nervous all day while we got ready. Eli had tried to talk me out of it, but I’d held firm that I wanted to go. He’d had to go earlier in the day to the venue to finalize set up with Luther, but we had a limo and a contingent of bodyguards that made me laugh.

Then, we had a very excited group voice party call with Arabella and Calia. They made us promise to text, but I was pretty sure phones weren’t allowed. Still, Reed and I obliged withphotos of us and Natasha, all dressed up, before the event.

Reed borrowed a dress from Natasha, a green dress that looked great with her eyes and red hair. Luckily, they were just about the same size, and she’d been able to tape it a little in the boob area. I chose black leather pants and a sparkly white top with strappy heels.

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