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“No,” she said under her breath, and wrapped her arms around my neck, touching it before grabbing my hair. I let my hand slide against the back of her thigh, reveling in the way she opened herself to me.

“And did you see me enjoy her touch? The way I enjoy yours?”

The look on her face was downright sinful. Her cheeks were a beautiful red hue that looked so perfect on her I wanted to throw out everything in her closet that didn’t match that color. The desire in her eyes only fed my ego.

She hated how much she wanted me, and I loved every minute of it.

I ground into her, making sure she could feel every inch of me.

“Isn’t that funny?” I asked, my eyes falling to her breasts, watching as they rose and fell with every breath. “How even though I have nothing stopping me from fucking the whole town, I still chose you.”

“Do you want a fucking reward for playing with the two-million-dollar pussy you bought?”

Fuck.

I couldn’t stop myself. My hand trailed up her dress until it came up to one strap, pushing it down off her shoulder.

“Your dirty secret is that no matter what this mouth says, you still want me, babygirl,” I said and pushed the top of her dress down until her breast was visible to me. I buried my face in her neck. “Do you want to know mine?”

My thumb brushed across her nipple.

Her little gasp had my cock twitching as I licked up the length of her neck, stopping at her ear, so I could whisper, “It’s that I love you fucking attitude.”

And with that, I fell to my knees in front of her.

My hands traveled down her body as I fell. I felt the coldness of the marble floor, but I didn’t care. Not when her leg was hooked over my shoulder, and I was face-to-face with her addictive pussy.

I leaned in, inhaling the wet fabric. Her moan told me she liked it, and I looked up. Her face? Told me she loved it.

“Not telling me to stop?” I asked with a smirk I knew she could feel against her cunt.

“You’re entitled to use your purchase,” she replied, though her breath was shaky.

My fingers played with the edge of her panties until I reached her core and pulled them to the side.

Her folds were glistening with unattended need.

A fucking masterpiece.

The anger had dissipated, leaving only one thing left.

Need.

“Touch yourself for me, babygirl,” I said. “I’m going to make good on my purchase, and before you know it, you’ll be begging for me.”

“In your fucking drea?—”

I cut her off with a long, languid lick over her pussy.

“Oh god.”

“No god here, babygirl. Just you and me.”

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ADDISON

“There’s only one thing better than sex for me. Do you know what it is?” Warren asked as his face was literally between my legs. His eyes were on me, but his tongue was drawing obscene patterns over my pussy.

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