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Her eyes widened, but she shifted forward, closing the distance between us on all fours.

I touched the bottom of her chin so she’d keep my eye contact. I grabbed her hand and washed it with soap.

“Now touch yourself.”

She lightly brushed her clit with her index finger.

“No, baby. I want to see two fingers in your wet pussy. Now.”

She swallowed hard as she trailed her fingers lower, pressing them inside her. Her throat made an adorable squeaking noise. She was probably sore from earlier. Just the way I liked her.

“I know you like being filled.” I reached out and trailed my thumb down her lower lip. “So suck.” I pressed my tip against her lips. “Now.”

She wrapped her lips around me and slowly went down, her mouth the perfect amount of pressure.

Jesus.I pressed my hand against the tile as I fisted another in her hair. “You’re better at this now too.”

She moaned around my cock.

“But you’re about to learn what it means to have your pretty little face fucked.” I gripped her hair tighter and guided her faster.

Her eyes started to water.

“Oh, baby. I’m only just getting started.” I slammed my cock into the back of her throat as I watched her touch herself faster.

She was loving every second.

“Do a good job and I’ll reward your greedy pussy with my cock.”

She moaned again.

So much better than a dream.

***

A buzzing noise made me slowly open my eyes. I reached out to my nightstand, but my hand came up empty. I blinked, remembering I wasn’t at Tanner’s apartment. And the noise wasn’t coming from my side of the bed.

Brooklyn sat up and grabbed her phone. A frown spread across her face as she stared down at the screen.

“Is everything alright?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s just my dad.” She put the phone down even though it was still buzzing.

“Are you going to answer it?” I asked.

“Definitely not.” She lay back down and snuggled into my side.

I understood her reasoning for screening his calls. But… “When he’d tried to reach out to me during all those years, he’d been trying to give me good news. I wish I’d answered his texts.”

Brooklyn tilted her face up to me. “What on earth could that man possibly tell me that would make a conversation with him worth my time?”

I ran my fingers through her hair. “You haven’t heard from him the past few days?”

“He texted me a couple times saying he wanted to meet up. But I ignored them, because I don’t want to see him.”

“He gave up his business,” I said. “He handed everything over to Poppy.”

“Wait, what? How do you know that?”

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