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He stole them all like a thief in the night.

Something about him possesses my mind and my heart. Like a dark spell.

His hand squeezes my neck, yanking me out of my musings. “Ass or pussy, kitten? My cock is aching to pound into you.”

“Fuck my ass.”

“Beg me like my pretty little whore.”

I lick my lips, my pussy leaking as I push against his erection. “Please fuck my ass, Dash. However you want. Please, darling.”

My endearment unleashes the beast in him and he bends me while slapping my ass cheek.Hard. “Keep your eyes on them while I fuck you.”

Chapter Thirty-eight

DASH

Never in the last seven years did I think I’ll have my beautiful Bianca in my arms again.

Naked.

Bent over.

Begging for my cock in her tight ass.

I keep her face tilted forward and trace the back of my knuckle down her spine to her red ass cheek. Her body trembles beneath mine and she shudders violently when I slide my finger between her cheeks to her tiny rosebud.

Circling it slowly, I dip my digit lower to her dripping cunt, and swirl it in her wetness before rubbing her asshole again. She’s clenched so tight that I’m afraid I’ll come as soon as I push inside.

“Spread your ass cheeks,” I growl. “Show me where I’m going to put my cock in.”

“Oh god.”

“God isn’t making you sin, kitten.” I slap her pussy, making her moan. “I am. So it better be my name you scream from those lips.”

“Dash!” she cries out when I pinch her clit. Once.Twice.

Her moans turn ragged. I lean over her body and push my wet finger in her mouth, effectively silencing her. Like a greedy little girl, she sucks them, tasting herself.

“Stay quiet unless you want to be gagged.”

Her head shakes.

“Open your ass for me,” I order impatiently.

The cries of our neighbors get louder and I know it’s only making Bianca hornier because the evidence is on my hand that I press against her gushing pussy.

However, my attention is solely on her.

No other woman turns me into a sex-starved man like my kitten.

I draw my gaze to her hands as she brings them behind her and pulls apart her cheeks for my hungry eyes. The shake in her fingers is unmistakable as is the scent of her arousal in the air. I run my tongue between my teeth as the moonlight and the soft light drifting from our bedroom shows me every inch of her dark pink asshole, glistening from her juices that I rubbed in.

“Good girl,” I praise, wishing I could see the soft look that crosses her brown eyes every time I utter them. She’s always so feisty, but not when I have my hands on her.

Then she’s the perfect submissive girl I crave her to be.

There’s no stopping me when I lower to my knees, intertwine our fingers, and spread her wider before licking her hole with my tongue. Nothing has tasted as divine as her desire. She pushes her hips harder against my mouth, chasing and seeking her pleasure.

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