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Blake doesn’t move an inch; I can feel her pulse increasing in her ankle. I know she’s afraid. She thinks it’s wrong to enjoy something sexual. But she doesn’t realize if she tells me no, I’ll stop. I wait to see what she’s going to do, and when she gives me the smallest nod, I move. Yanking her ankle, I drag her down the bed. Blake’s eyes widen even more, pushing up on her elbows.

I don’t waste any time, and my knees collide with the ground, my mouth watering with her pussy at eye level. Fuck, I’ve waited so long I’m not sure this even feels real. My eyes are glued to her glistening lips, trying to memorize everything about her…

“Blake,” I growl. Looking up, she’s already biting her lip, tears forming in her eyes. “Did he do this?” I ask, my hands forming into fists. She has a small nick on her pussy lips, but it’s enough to know that it was Ryker’s doing. The idea the Ryker hurt her makes me want to unload an entire round into his stupid masked face.

She nods, glancing away. Grabbing her knees, I spread her further apart, bypassing the scars on her thighs. “Did you enjoy it?” I ask. That’s all that matters, if she liked what he did, then I don’t have a say.

Blake nods her head again, not letting go of that damn lip. “You liked him hurting you?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. There is so much about Blake that I’m realizing we don’t know. Sure, I know she needs protecting, and it’sfrom some stupid fuck that wants to marry a girl, even though he’s twice her age.

She nods once again, her legs shaking and not the way I want them to. I don’t ask her anything else, and spreading her legs further apart I dive in. My tongue licks along her seam, moaning at the taste exploding on my tongue. I watch Blake from the top of my eyes. Her eyelids drop, that bottom lip still being bitten.

“Fuck, Blake,” I growl into her pussy. Using one hand, I pull her lips apart, my tongue diving back into her hole. Her juices flood my tongue, and I can’t control the noises escaping my mouth. Blake’s legs try to close, but I won’t have that. She’s going to let me devour her and I don’t care if I have to tie her legs apart.

“Keep trying to close your legs and you’ll suffocate me,” I mumble.

Blake tenses for a moment before loosening her legs. “Hmm, I didn’t say I wouldn’t mind being suffocated by you.”

Holding her open, I use my other hand, brushing against her core with my fingertip. Blake tightens, her legs shaking from the little effort I’ve used. Dipping my tongue into her core, I hum, relishing in her taste, in her smell.

I’ve had women before, I’ve been between their legs, and had my fair share, but there’s something about Blake. Her taste is intoxicating, I could get drunk from that alone. And her smell, I want to wear her on me all the time. I want everyone to know she’s mine and mine alone.

My cock throbs in my pants, begging to be released. But I don’t want to spook her, even if she’s seen it before, it was for a split second. Fuck, I can’t do it. Using one hand, I shove it into my boxer briefs, holding my base. I need relief soon and my mouth on her skin is enough to get me there.

I can feel her tightening around my finger and tongue. “You look at me,” I order. Blake sits up on her elbows, eyes nearly closed. “You’re going to cum on my tongue and you’re going to watch me while you do it.”

Blake’s mouth drops open, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. A few tugs on my cock and I’m exploding into my hand. Blake’s body shakes, her abs tightening and she’s cumming. Her juice drops onto my tongue. I can’t thinkof a better breakfast. I want her pussy to be my every meal, every day. And if I have it my way, she will be.

I ease back, pulling my hand from my pants. Reaching for the towel she had dropped, I wipe my hand clean before turning back towards Blake.

Standing up, Blake doesn’t look at me, her eyes looking towards the door as if she was counting down the seconds before she could run.

“Do you regret what I just did?” I ask.

Blake shakes her head, still refusing to look at me. Reaching down, I grab her chin forcing her to look at me.

“Then look at me. You just made me cum just from your taste alone. If that’s not enough to tell you I don’t care about your scars, then I don’t know what will because I can tell you’re overthinking.”

Blake narrows her eyes at me. Oh, my girl wants a fight. Smirking down at her, I wait to see what she’s going to do. She doesn’t have anything on her, she’s completely naked, but with that look in her eye, I know she wants to test me.

“I wouldn’t, darling. I’m in a mood to dominate you and I think right now you need to deal with what emotions are running through your head.”

Blake nods her head immediately against my hand. Slowly the fight leaves her eyes.

“Good girl, now get dressed, I’ll go make you some breakfast.” Bending down, I press my lips against her, taking Blake by surprise. Smiling against her mouth, I love that she can taste herself on my lips. Before things can get too heavy, I pull back, kissing her forehead once more, and leave the bedroom.

The moment I see Ryker standing in the kitchen, all that anger I had before going down on Blake flares right back up. The fact he cut her, that he violated her.

“Ryker Blackwell,” I growl, marching towards the kitchen.

At the sound of his last name, Ryker jerks his head towards me. Even with the mask on, I can see the pull of his brows, his eyes narrowing down at me.

“Better explain to me real quick about using my last name, or we’re going outside,” he snaps.

“What did you do to her?” I say, stopping right in front of him, my hands fisted at my side.

“Nothing she didn’t want.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Ryker? We have no idea what she wants, she doesn’t fucking speak.” I’m a bastard for bringing that up. I hate the words the moment they leave my mouth. But I see the change in Ryker. It might be small, the flicker in his eyes. I can’t quite place the emotion and I’m sure he doesn’t understand them either.

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