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Itook a deep breath while this gorgeousAdonisof a man lay between my spread legs and admired me from his vantage point at eye level with my pussy and jumped in headfirst, knowing this was the pivoting point, the beginning of the fucking end.

Therewas no going back from here.

"Iwant you,Cass."

CHAPTERTHIRTY

JOKER

"Iwant you,Cass."

Fourwords eternally sealed my fate with hers.

Tohell withAceand his plans to kill her.I'ddie first.

Ihadn't heard my name on the lips of such a fucking angel in all the yearsI'dbeen alive, and nothing had ever sounded more like heaven.Noother voice that had emanated from a woman lying naked in my bed stirred such intense feelings inside me.

Noneof them had ever known my name, though.Mallorydid, and she wasn't afraid to use it.

"Holdon tight, doc,"Imuttered, diving into her wet cunt with vigor and a whole lot of excitement.

Fuck, she tasted better than the sweetest wine.

Mycock was harder than a rock from the wanton display she'd presented me, atopmy own bed, no less,and fuck it all, whenIfirst stumbled in,Ithought she'd used my laptop to contact the authorities, and who knew, maybe she had, butIcouldn't think about that now.

Icouldn't thinkat allright now.AllIwas, allIknew, was her and the feast that lay before me.

Mytongue trailed down the seam of her slick folds, swirling around the entrance to her sweetest of holes.Igroaned asIslipped that organ inside, tasting her all around me, her arousal a heady, sweet thing that would have stiffened me on the spot wereInot already sporting a steel rod from between my legs.

"Ohgod,Cass," she moaned, her fingers tightening in my hair, tugging me closer as she arched her back and gripped that headboard even tighter. "Fuck, yes, right there—"

Iput my hands under her thighs and cupped her ass, tugging her even closer, tighter against my mouth asIplundered her like a fucking pirate, tongue darting in and out, tasting and teasing and stoking her fire as her moans met with mine.AllIwanted to do was make her come, show her how good the real thing was compared to the recording she'd made.

Oh, fuck, just wait, sweetheart,I'vegot so much to show you—

Herthighs tightened around my head, and gods have mercy, butIwould gladly wear these glorious pillows as ear muffs for the rest of my life, never hearing another thing again, ifIcould stay right the fuck here between her legs and sup on her arousal like a man dying of thirst.

"Jesus,Cass, where'd you learn—fuck!"

Herwhole body bowed asIslid two fingers inside her, right alongside my probing tongue, twisting them to caress that spot inside her that some women thought was naught but a legend.Mostmen hadn't even heard of it, let alone cared to find it, but with the right pressure and movements,Icould have her singing soprano in seconds, squirting like a fucking porn star, soaking my bed just howIliked.

Ididn't bother with other women, but for her,I'dfucking bend over backward to make her feel good.

AndIcould make her feelvery good.

Mylips pulled away from her asIpanted, sucking in a breath as my two fingers crooked against her from the inside and my thumb grazed over her clit. "Yeah?Youlike that, beautiful?"

"FuckingChrist, don't stop," she growled, her eyes lit with a fire that spoke of lust and desire that could scorch a man to ashes as it burned.Iwanted her to turn me to ash, fuck,Iwanted to burn in her flame for eternity—

Whenthe fuckIhad turned into a poet,Ihad no idea.

Myfingers increased their speed, ramming insistently against that special spot inside her, demanding something her body wasn't accustomed to giving.Shewrithed on the bed, fighting it, and a smile crossed my lips asIplaced them against her clit and sucked, flicking my tongue out to taunt her sensitive bud as she keened, clawed at my sheets, and shuddered around my fingers.

Herincoherent mumbles and twitching limbs melted into the bed with her, and though she didn't get that whole experience,I'dleft her a satisfactory boneless puddle, just howIwanted her beforeImoved on to other activities.

Beforethings went too far, though, perhaps sit was time we had a little conversation, came to an understanding.

Likerecognized like, and she andImight have come from different circumstances, but there was something in her that called out to something in me, something it recognized.Butbefore we could have arealtalk, there was something we needed to get out of the way first.

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