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I was too busy with her breasts to respond.

“Take what you want,” she groaned.

“You mean, give you whatyouwant,” I corrected her.

“Yes! Goddamn you, yes! What we both want!” Her hips rocked with even more urgency. “Let me touch you. Bury that poor neglected cock deep inside me. Press it between my lips, I beg you. Let me suck you. I want to be full of you. I want—”

Sinking down between her legs, I buried my tongue inside her instead.

Her grunt of frustration and desire was music to my ears. “This isn’t going to work!” she growled. “I can’t come so easily a second time.”

“I’m in no hurry,” I said. Then I sucked on her skin.

“This isn’t the game!” she whimpered. “You aren’t playing it correctly.”

Rynn pulled my hair and tried to buck me off. I held her legs open, tickling the skin of her thighs with my short beardbefore returning my full attention to her pussy. She tried again to push me away. I bit her thigh playfully, then gave her sensitive flesh one long appreciative lick.

“Hurts,” she whispered.

I lifted my head, resting my chin on her stomach, holding her down while giving her a short reprieve I wasn’t convinced she deserved. “You’re extra sensitive now after your climax.”

She nodded, eyes heavy. “Hurts so fucking good.”

“Attagirl,” I purred, returning eagerly to her quivering sex.

She pulled my hair, but this time it wasn’t to make me stop. Her fingers raked across my scalp. Her back bowed. She worked herself hard against my mouth until every lovely inch of her body gleamed with perspiration.

Rynn forgot herself and tried to cup her breasts with her injured arm.

She winced. I took her hand by the wrist and placed it back on its pillow where it belonged. I squeezed her breasts for her, thumbing the nipples the way she liked. I rolled them and pinched them. I made her hum and moan and beg.

I hurt her.

When she asked me to, I hurt her a little more, nipping at her pussy, then suckling hard, pushing her breasts together.

Hurting her was new. We’d been tender with each other before, but she begged for my worst now, begged for me to treat her roughly.

My worst turned her feral. She tasted tart and salty sweet on my lips. I fucked her with my fingers and my tongue. Each time she bucked her hips, my cock wept a little more, dampening the front of my drawers.

When she came again, she was not quiet, squeezing her thighs around my head.

She was a vision. Watching her rise then break apart, I felt like I’d touched a bit of heaven with her. Afterward, I laid my cheek against her soft stomach, trapping her legs beneath me, not ready to let her up yet. My cock was so firm I could have punctured the mattress with it.

“Well,” she said mischievously, fingers playing in my hair, “I suppose this place is a brothel now.”

I laughed against her belly.

Chapter 8

Rynn Mavis

It was wishful thinking that after all that, Finley would forget his silly question and let me off the hook. We were both exhausted. I wanted to slip off to sleep on the cloud of bliss he’d ensconced me in. If I blinked too long, I could have done just that.

But then he had to go and ruin it like he did everything.

“You know what I want to know,” he said, his voice rumbling against my abdomen. “Why aren’t you still with this man you so loved?”

“Why do you care?” I demanded.

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