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“This pussy”—he twirled me around and fell to his knees, tossing one of my legs over his shoulder and holding the other high in the air, and then he dipped his face, his mouth hovering over my panties—“is mine.”

And then he crashed his lips against my sheer underwear and over my clit, kissing me through the thin material. I curled my toes, my legs jerking from the sudden pressure, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle a moan.

“Alec,” I whispered through my fingers.

He groaned, the sound sending a wave of pleasure through me, and curled a finger around my panties to pull them to the side. He flicked his tongue across my clit, sucking and licking my juices. “Cupcake …”

“W-we shouldn’t be—” I started, unsure of how to finish. “Oliver is?—”

“Right downstairs. I know,” he murmured, vibrating my clit. “I had to sneak past him to see you. And I caught you being a dirty little whore for me, rubbing this little pussy without my permission.”

Fuck.

I tried to pull my thighs together to stop the immense pressure building between them, but he held them apart and thrust two fingers inside me again, pumping them in and out of me quickly. I squirmed in his strong hold.

“I didn’t think I needed your permission to touch myself,” I said.

He pushed his fingers into my mouth and stared up at me through dark eyes as he devoured my cunt. “You can rub your pussy anytime, but when you’re rubbing it and thinking about me, I’d appreciate a notice so I can watch.”

Heat coursed through my body, my core tightening. “Alec …”

“That’s what you were doing, wasn’t it? Thinking about me?”

Another moan escaped my lips. “N?—”

“Don’t lie to me, Cupcake,” he mumbled. “Your pussy is quivering on my fingers at the mere mention of it and those cheeks”—he smirked against my clit and stared up at me—“are bright red. No need to be embarrassed about it. I think about you when I jerk off.”

Pleasure exploded in my core, and I cried out. Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through my body. I squeezed my eyes closed, my legs shaking uncontrollably. He flicked my clit one last time, and I fucking lost it.

Alec Wolfe thought about me while stroking his big, fat cock.

Holy f-f-f-f?—

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, sticking his pussy-juice-covered fingers in his mouth as he watched me with those sultry eyes. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

CHAPTER19

ALEC

After Maddie finally came down from her fifth orgasm by only my fingers, I leaned back on her bed and watched her carefully dress into something more comfortable. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders, shielding her face from me.

“So,” she said, fiddling with some sweatpants, “are you feeling better?”

“Somewhat. Why?”

She pulled up her pants and peered over at me. “Your mom told me that you have anxiety.”

My entire body froze, and I found myself standing.My mom told her what?

“It’s okay, Alec. I just wanted to?—”

“I should go,” I said, turning around because I didn’t want to face her.

I didn’t even want to look at Maddie. A guy like me wasn’t supposed to have anxiety, wasn’t supposed to … to havethathappen to him. I wanted Maddie to think of me as a protector, someone strong that she’d want to spend her life with.

Not a fucking wimp.

“No,” Maddie said, her voice soft. She grasped my wrist and pulled me toward her bed. When I sat, she sat in my lap and wrapped her legs around mine, taking my face into her small hands. “I want to know if you’re okay.”

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