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I kiss the curve of her spine, grinning. “Easy, soldier. She said we could share.”
Her ass is right there - perfect and round and glistening with slick like some kind of divine gift I did absolutely nothing to deserve, and yet, here we are. My hands find her hips like they were made for it - one bracing her in place, the other already wrapped around my cock like I’m halfway through a very aggressive prayer.
I press the fat head of it right to her rim. Just... rest it there. Innocently.
Like that’s believable.
You'd think I zapped her with a live wire, the way her body reacts to the sensation.
“Oh?” I coo, hips grinding in a slow, maddening circle against that tight little hole. “You want it here, Bambi? Want me to stuff every greedy, slick-dripping inch into this sweet little back door? Stretch you open till you’re sobbing on my cock?”
She shivers. Trembles.
But she doesn’t say no.
Dangerous.
“Fuck. You’d take it, wouldn't you?” I murmur against the curve of her lower back, nosing down until I kiss the dip of her spine. “You’d cry, you’d claw, and you’d still fucking beg for more.”
She would. Shewill.
But not today.
I’m not that cruel. I’m many things - alpha, menace, walking sex god - but I’m not a tease.
Okay, I'm that, too.
But I’m also merciful.
I slide lower, dragging my cock through the sloppy, soaked mess of her cunt.
“You’re still so fuckingwet,” I pant, half laughing, half praying. “What the hell are they feeding you?”
From somewhere in the background, Theo makes a noise like he’s either guilty or about to combust.
“Don’t look away, big guy,” I call over my shoulder as I line myself up against her. “You did this. You started this slick-slide symphony. Least you can do is watch me bring it home.”
And then, I thrust.
One hard, filthy stroke straight into heaven.
Holy. Shit.
She clamps around me like I just fed her the meaning of life through my dick.
“Ohfuck- tight little heat-drunk pussy, andyou’re still trying to suck me into another dimension.”
She sobs. I laugh.
I pull back just to slam in again like I’ve got beef with the structural integrity of this couch.
The sound it makes? Straight-up filth. Slick, wet, obscene - like someone’s smacking raw dough in a thunderstorm.
She chokes out, “Kai - ohmygod-”, like she’s shocked.
As if this isn’t exactly what I promised I’d do.
As if I haven’t been mentally drafting this scene in the back of my skull since the second I smelled her heat.
