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“God, I’m almost there. Cum with me.” He growls and rolls us again, pounding into me like a crazed animal.

“Full, I’m going to fuck you full of me, and you’re greedy cunt is going to take every drop. It’s going to be dripping out of you for days from how deep I’m going to spray it in you.” He puts both my feet onto his shoulders and then leans in to suck my right nipple.

The action moves my hips into an impossibly wide position allowing him to get the last sliver of his dick inside me. The constant hit of his tip on my cervix throws me over, and my vision turns black. I hear and feel the way he falls apart, and it brings a grin to my face.

“Fucking perfect,” is the last thing I hear before his lips kiss mine, and I pass out.

Chapter Fifteen

CAMILA

My eyes flick open and closed as a warm mouth kisses down my neck. His beard tickles, and I giggle as I snuggle closer. Strong arms band around my stomach as one hand trails down to flick my clit while the other pinches my nipple.

“Morning, Darlin’. Feel like feeding me breakfast?” My eyes fly open, and the memories flood back as my brain turns on.

I’m in bed with Red.

I let him fuck the shit out of me and rode him like the good cowgirl he wanted me to be. Worse still, I LIKED IT! Well, I loved it actually, but fuck if I’ll admit that to him. Like EVER.

“Are you seriously asking me to make you a sandwich?” He chuckles as his teeth scrape the shell of my ear.

“Not at all. But I wouldn’t mind licking that sweet juicy cunt again.” How the fuck was a woman supposed to resist a dirty-talking cowboy with the cock of a GOD when he offered to eat you for breakfast?

It wasn’t fair!

“Sugar, did I do something wrong?” He turns my face so he can look into my eyes.

Too intimate, too close, too much!

I push away and let my hackles rise. I go into defensive mode as he casually sits up, leaning against the headboard I used to balance myself on him last night.

“What is this?” I point between us as his eyes travel up and down my naked body.

Fuck.

“I need you to explain what you’re asking more fully.” He crosses his arms behind his head as I move to my suitcase to grab a t-shirt.

I pull out the first one I find, which also happens to be one that I stole from Ryan. I shrug it on, but when my head pops out, Red is standing in front of me with a snarl smearing his face.

“Who’s fucking shirt is that?” Is he serious?

“Mine, jackass.” His grin is a mixture of sexy and scary as he shakes his head at me.

“Try again, Sugar.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

“It was Ryan’s…HEY!” Red grabs the collar and tears it off my body.

“What else do you have of that fucker’s?” He grabs my suitcase and dumps it on my bed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I yell as I try to pull him away.

He methodically goes through every article of clothing, pulling out two more shirts and a pair of boxers that seem to offend him on a biblical level. He marches them into the bathroom, where he snags a candle lighter off the sink and sets them on fire before dropping them in the tub to burn.

“You are fucking insane!” I yell as we watch the clothes burn.

The smoke alarm in the bedroom goes off, and still, he ignores me and the sound until he’s satisfied with the char on the material that shrivels up quicker than it should before turning on the shower to put out the flames that are left.

He turns on me and pins me to the closest wall.

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