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Cream pooled at her entrance, slipping down her ass. I licked my lips but held back, not yet giving in to the urge to taste her. Instead, I pushed my finger inside her.
“YES!”
I withdrew it all the way, and she threatened my life. The urge to suck my finger was strong, but I still resisted. I wanted to taste her from the source, the way she did me that first time.
I leaned in and licked from her entrance to her clit, taking everything I could. I dove in on a mission to extract everything from her. My tongue played with her clit while my fingers fucked her pussy. Until I needed more, and my tongue fucked her pussy while my fingers played with her clit.
I couldn’t get enough. This was a new addiction that would rule my life. I heard Indie scream, and when she did, more cream flowed out. It was a simple cause and effect. The more I ate, the more she made. I lost count of how many times she’d screamed.
I couldn’t stop.
I wouldn’t stop.
“Mimic, please. I can’t.” Indie grabbed my hair and pulled me away. She smiled at the delirious look on my face. “I’ve created a monster.”
“I had no idea how fucking good a pussy could taste.”
“It will be even better wrapped around your dick.”
Fuck, she was right. I hadn’t even fucked her yet. I looked at her pussy, then looked at her and smiled.
“No!” she cried and scurried away further up the bed. “You’ve had enough.”
“Never,” I growled as I stalked her on the bed. I crushed her with my body and kissed her. I wanted my mouth on her twenty-four hours a day.
“I want you inside me, Mimic. I want you to fuck me.”
“I’m gonna come the second I’m inside you.”
“Hey.” Her hands held my cheeks. “If you do, it’s okay. Your recovery time is really quick.” She winked, and I smiled. How did I get so fucking lucky as to find her?
“You say that now. Wait until you’re left wanting again.”
“The number of times you just made me come with your tongue should probably go in theGuinness Book of World Records. For someone who’s never done it before, you learned really fucking quick.”
“I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I will.”
“I will. I promise. Everyone makes a big deal about a girl’s first time. I wish I could forget mine. I wish your first time was mine too.”
“It is your first time with me. And it’s your last first time, Indie. I meant what I said. You’re mine. I don’t care that King lied to Skinner when he said you were my old lady. I didn’t see it as a lie; it was a preemptive strike. It was always my plan for you to be mine. From the first moment I met you.”
“When you thought I was your sister.”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” I groaned as I buried my face in her neck; my lips immediately started kissing. Indigo Cambridge was a drug I couldn’t kick. A drug I didn’t want to kick.
“I will if you fuck me right now.”
I smiled and kissed her hard before sitting back on my knees. My hands lifted her ass onto my thighs. She was fucking gorgeous, and she was mine.
I stroked my cock, doubt suddenly overwhelming my senses. My teeth dug into my lip as I looked at Indie.
“I promise it will be okay.”
Bracing myself on one arm, I leaned over her and lined the head of my cock up with her warm, wet entrance. Just the heat on the tip had me ready to blow my load. I knew I wouldn’t make it very long.
I pushed in, and a loud groan erupted from my chest. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I watched her pussy swallow me.
“Fuck, Indie. Fuck.”
