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Her hands slide up to her breasts, lightly pinching them both as she lifts and drops on my cock harder and faster. She throws her head back as I trail my hand up her stomach, between her perky breasts, and grips her throat. I want her to look down at me as she fucks me. I want to see her face contort as she comes undone above me.

Reaching back, she grabs her ass cheeks and spreads herself wide for me, making me nearly lose it. I grab her hip with my free hand and hold her up, using my hips to thrust upward and deep into her cunt. Her mouth falls open as her back arches.

I let go of her hip, circling around to tease her pink, puckered asshole as she bucks in my arms. Her moans fill the room around us as I carefully push the tip of my finger in her ass.

“This will be mine next.” I sit up, nipping her shoulder with my teeth. “Have you ever been fucked in your ass, Bentley?”

She shakes her head, moaning and panting in my ear as she sinks impossibly deeper on my dick. A few more strokes, and I feel my sack tighten up with another release. I pull my finger from her ass before I circle around to her front, pressing the pad of my thumb against her swollen clit.

“Ah, fuck!” she curses out, riding me harder and faster.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.”

Her pussy tightens around my dick, pushing me to the point of no return. I bite my bottom lip and stare up into her gaze as I feel my cock pulse with each explosion of cum into her hot cunt.

“Gabe!” she screams before her pants and moans take over. Her body goes rigid in my arms as she holds her breath. A moment later, she releases her breath with a gurgled moan as a flush creeps into her cheeks.

We collapse onto the bed as I slide out of her and pull her into my chest, breathing in her intoxicating scent. My dick is still half erect, slowly going down after yet another orgasm as I press myself against her ass.

“Why don’t you and Marcus get along?” she asks after several moments of silence between us.

My entire body tenses at her question, though. After what we had just experienced together,that’swhat she wants to talk about?

“I’d rather not talk about my father while you’re lying naked in my arms, Bentley.” Irritation creeps into my thoughts, and I almost want to roll away from her. Why the fuck would she bring up my father right now?

She peers over her shoulder at me. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t understand why you two hate each other so much. He’s never said a word to me other than calling you a criminal and a bad apple, but you don’t seem like a bad guy to me.”

I cock an eyebrow at her. “Because I’m not. The only monster in this house is him.” I roll to my back, staring up at the moonlit ceiling as I blow out a breath. “My mom left him when I was thirteen years old. He used to beat the hell out of me because he said it wouldmake me a man,” I mock in a fake tone. “All it did was make me resent the prick.”

Bentley rolls toward me, resting her head on my chest as her hand comes up and makes little circles on my chest with her fingernail. She doesn’t say a word, but I know she wants me to continue.

“She used to tell me that he was jealous of me and that’s why he treated me like I was nothing. I have no idea what the hell he was so jealous about, though. I’ve literally done nothing to the man.”

And knowing my sweet Bentley is married to the bastard makes my blood boil. He doesn’t deserve her. Hell, I probably don’t either, but she was mine first, and I will do anything in my power to make her the happiest woman in the world. There will be no separate bedroom spaces, and I sure as hell won’t let her please herself with a silicone dick every night.

“Where is your mother now? Marcus doesn’t ever speak of her.”

I shrug. “I lost contact after I was incarcerated. The only reason why I’m here is because I have no place else to go.” And because she’s here, but I won’t admit it to her just yet. “Anyway, to make a long story short… My mom divorced his ass and took me with her. He didn’t fight for me one time and money was tight for a long time before he was forced to pay back child support.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. My mom divorcing his ass was the best thing for both of us. He would have killed me if we had stayed. He hated me that much. Fuck, he still does.”

She climbs on top of me, pressing her palms on my chest as her wet pussy presses against the backside of my dick.

“I don’t hate you,” she whispers. “And I definitely don’t want you to go.”

Fuck. My heart squeezes as I reach up and lace my fingers in her hair, pulling her down until her breasts press into my chest.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Not without you.

I tug her mouth down to mine, kissing her so deeply my dick starts to grow once more. I want her again, and we have the rest of the night to claim what’s always been ours. We can sleep when we’re dead.

Chapter fourteen

Bentley

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