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“Yes,yes, please,“ is all I hear between whimpers.

Fuck.I may die before she falls over the edge.

“Then I’ll use his cum to work my cock into your ass, fuck it deep into you, until you can barely breathe.” The image of taking her ass makes my head spin. That primal desire to claim every part of her makes me drive in harder. Faster. “Your tight little ass will be hard to get into. It’ll be tight fit, but I know you can take it, Little Red. Your sweet little pussy is taking my cock so good right now, squeezing it, trying to milk me of all my cum.

“Jesus, you’re filthy,” she breathes, her laughter strangled.

I thrust harder, plunging my finger deeper into her ass, and she cries out, head thrown back. My grip on her little body tightens. I keep a firm grasp on her ass as I plunge in and out of both holes, keeping her completely at my mercy. Her hands move from my ass, to my head, to the pillow, to the wall, trying to find anything to hold onto as I fuck her.

“Deeper,” she groans, and I have to suck in a breath and focus on not coming at the desperate way she begs. Focus on not fucking her into mattress. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

“That’s right, sweet girl. Beg me more. I fucking love it.”

“Please, please,please.“ The last word shudders from her when I grind my hips, my balls hitting her ass.

“And while I’m buried balls deep in your ass, Striker can take your pretty pussy.” My balls hit again. Again. My cock throbs, the need to come turning every word raspy. “You’ll be so filled up with cock you’ll know with every breath that you’re ours.”

My last few words send her over, and I kiss her throat through it, grinding my teeth to keep the fragile hold on my sanity. Her release unfolds gently at first, like a blooming flower, opening up slowly, back arching, her head thrown back, until she bursts open and a guttural cry breaks free. Her walls squeeze my cock so tight, a husky, desperate groan grates from my throat, and I try to hold on so I can rip another from her, but it’s too much.

“Fuck,” I breathe, alternating between squeezing my eyes closed and trying to keep them open. I don’t want to miss a minute of her.

My chest expands as Cora’s eyes flutter open and meet mine. The green shimmers like bright new leaves covered in dew, flickering with so many emotions, it feels like they’re cutting me to pieces. Heat builds in my spine, and my balls draw up tight. She’s too beautiful, feels too good. I crack open. Fireworks shoot through my veins, and it feels like every fragment of who I am, every broken piece, is careening into her, desperate to connect. I bury my face in her neck, hips moving in short, jerky thrusts, sloppy and out of rhythm, as I ride out my release.

We lie still, catching our breaths before I sit upright, kneeling between her thighs, pulling her with me to keep our bodies joined, the need to keep our connection, almost primitive.

Cora props herself on her elbows to look between us. My dick is slick with her, with both of us, and I drive my semi-hard cock back into her, watching her pussy tighten around me. My cum gathers on my cock as I slowly move in and out. Still buried in her, and I gather up my cum and slip two fingers into her, pushing my it deep and using my dick to drive it in.

“The second I get you back to him, I’m going to fuck you just like this and watch Viper eat my cum from this perfect pussy.”

She makes a strange sound, and our eyes lock. “My god. You’re a fucking animal.”

She has no idea.

Chapter 29

Breaker

“Why are we inthe men’s bathroom?” she asks, her voice echoing in the large open space.

I set Cora down on the cold tile floor looking around at the chipped and cracked paint, once white but yellowed with age. The open shower stalls with rust stains weeping down the faded tiles, the row of urinals, the booths with toilets at the back. We never bothered to renovate it since it had showers and toilets. That’s all we needed.

Seeing her, this perfect woman with soft skin, and fragile limbs, I wish we had taken the time to at least repaint. But we’re so used to ugly things, it never crossed our mind.

Now… maybe…

Maybe we can have things that are new. Clean. Soft like her.

“The women’s washroom is next to this one. Would you rather clean up in there?” I tug at her shirt to lift it over her head, but she clamps it down, holding it in firm little fists at her sides.

Her eyes dart to up mine. “Clean up?”

The cagy expression taking over her delicate features unsettles the open, light feeling in my chest and makes me take a step back. I ignore how her eyes fall to my still semi-hard dick, hanging out of my open pants. I knew if I didn’t get her cleaned up and out of my bed, I’d keep her there all day, but we have too much shit to do.

Or rather, Ben does.

Besides, Harlow will be here soon and I don’t want to be balls deep in her when he arrives. Plus, I need to get her a change of clothes since she has nothing but her ruined dress and heels.

“Go pee.” I point to the row of stalls as I turn one of the shower knobs on the far wall. The spray hits my arm. I step away to remove my pants, noting that she’s both not moving to relieve herself like I said and watching my every move.

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