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“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum all over my big fat cock.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chants, her cunt gushing.
I lean down and bury my face in her neck, pounding her ass. Hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I groan, the pressure building at the base of my spine. “So fucking good. Take daddy’s cum.”
“Yesss,” she moans.
I slam into her, and it’s too much. Her tight heat, the sexy sounds, her sweet moans, and her body squirming. It sends me over the edge, and I cum hard, painting her insides with my jizz.
“Fuck!” I roar, my cock pulsing and twitching, my cum shooting in thick spurts.
“Ooooh, fuck, it hurts so fucking good,” she cries, her ass squeezing and contracting.
My orgasm is so intense, my vision goes white. My cum is leaking out of her ass and dripping down her pussy. When I’m finally spent, we both collapse on the bed.
I pull her warm, sexy body into my arms. My heart’s still racing, and I know it has to do with so much more than the mindblowing the sex.
Fuck.
This girl.
I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her she would be trouble.
Chapter 5
Aleksander
The room is dark, only the moonlight slipping through the curtains as I lay back, my arm resting across her waist. She’s curled up against me, her breath soft and steady. She looks so damn small, so young. And the way she feels against me—every soft curve pressed close. I can’t get enough.
Sierra’s skin still carries the heat from everything we just did, and the scent of her—sweet, mixed with the musky smell of sex—fills the air. I let my fingers trail down her side, feeling the goosebumps rise under my touch. She shivers, and I can tell she’s still wound tight.
“Relax, baby,” I murmur against her soft hair, pulling her closer to bury my nose in her locks. “You’re safe.”
She lets out a soft sigh.
I watch her for a second, taking in the way the moonlight hits her smooth skin, the way her wild curls frame her face. I brush a hand down her arm, feeling the shiver that follows. “You okay?”
She looks up at me, eyes half-lidded and still a little hazy from what just happened. “Yeah, I’m… good.” She hesitates, her gaze dropping to where our bodies are still tangled. “Just… it’s a lot.”
“Yeah.” I chuckle, pulling her tighter. “I get it.” I pause, my eyes narrowing as I look over the marks on her neck. “About these bruises…”
Sierra tenses up, her body going still against mine.
“Who did this to you?” I ask, my voice hard and commanding. “Was it that piece of shit, Marcus?” Her file shows her parents owe that small player a few grands.
Sierra bites her plump lip, making my dick jump against her thigh, but the fucker’s gonna have to wait. Her eyes darken, a flash of something angry passing through them. “Yeah… it was him.”
I feel the rage boiling up again, hotter this time. My jaw tightens, and my grip on her waist gets harder.
She pulls back slightly, her brows furrowing. “Aleksander, it’s okay. I’m fine. I have the money now. I’ll just pay him.”
I cup her face, making sure she’s looking right at me. Fuck, these big brown eyes. Her beautiful face. I want to fucking rip that motherfucker’s heart out. “No. It’s not fucking fine. No one fucking touches what’s mine and walks away.”
Sierra blinks, and there’s a flicker in her eyes—something that looks like relief. “I don’t want you getting hurt,” she says softly, raising a hand to cup my jaw.
I let out a dark, humorless laugh. “You think some lowlife’s gonna hurt me?”
