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“Jesus…fuck,” I gasped against her skin, panting. Groaning with every spurt that shuddered my body.

Fucking perfect.

Absolute fucking torture of the sweetest kind.

She clung to me, trembling as I came, and I kept her pressed against the wall. My dick belonged inside her body, my mouth on her flesh.

I’d stolen her away, and I wasn’t ever letting her go.

* * *

“Gideon.” She ran her fingers through my hair.

I couldn’t catch my goddamn breath. A shudder ripped through me, and I peeled my upper body away from hers, keeping her pinned in place with my hips.

Fresh tears slid over her flushed cheeks, and I swiped at them with my thumbs, grasping her head in my hands. “Did I hurt you?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” I grunted, trying to bury my softening dick in deeper. Overwhelming exhilaration over getting Addilyn the way I’d always wanted her spread warmth through me.

“I liked it,” she whispered, her eyes troubled. “Too much.”

My lighthearted feeling went away, and a muscle ticked in my jaw at the conflicted look on her face. “No such fucking thing.”

She swallowed hard, and I stepped back, lifting her off me. A flinch furrowed her brow, and I took sick satisfaction in knowing my thick dick had stretched her to the point of pain.

The black T-shirt settled over her hips as she sagged against the wall.

Thick, white spunk slid down the insides of her thighs, the wetness of her cum dripping down to her goddamn ankles and all over the floor.

Hot as fuck.

I cupped her pussy, letting our combined cum coat my palm. Our gazes once more locked, the connection of old entwining us together. A million thoughts and a slew of emotions I couldn’t name swirled like a toxic brew inside my brain and chest.

I’d given in. I’d been the one to break while she had stood stoic and strong. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that fact, but she had broken on my dick, and I’d never known such euphoria.

I swiped two fingers through the mess between her thighs and brought them up between us.

Coated her swollen lips with our cum.

“Lick.”

She didn’t flick out her tongue but sucked her lower lip fully into her mouth as though to savor us, her gaze never leaving mine.

“How do we taste, princess?”

“Perfect.”

Christ, if her rasped whisper didn’t hit me like a shot of lust straight to the groin.

“Fuck.” I stepped back, eyeing her hot as fuck mouth. “Take off your shirt.”

She did as told, revealing all that pale skin I wanted to mark up and bruise with my fingers. A purple hue already tinted her neck where I’d choked her.

I held out my hand, and she gave me the long-sleeved shirt. Sinking to my knees, I wiped her from pussy to feet before cleaning up my dick and tossing the dirty shirt aside.

With my breath finally caught, I stood, studying her while tucking myself away inside the jeans still hanging off my hips. The denim was wet from her gushed cum. Didn’t give a shit…made my dick think about going for round two.

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