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As I break our kiss, I talk against her ardent lips. “Did you just fucking bite me?”

I feel her smile, and then she whispers, “Pay-back for the ear, Monster. I’ve been wanting to bite your smirk for a while now.”

“Oh, Baby Girl. You are asking for it. Spread your legs for me. Let me feel the perfect, tight hole my brothers have been fucking.”

That gets me a fucking moan.

I slide my hand down, slipping my fingers beneath her knickers where a wet, hot pussy waits for me.

“Fuck. Are you going to warm my heart with that wet cunt of yours?” I dip two fingers into her, pushing between layers of tight flesh until my knuckles bash her pelvis. “Like that?” I draw out, and she yelps. “Fuck. Quiet, Baby Girl. I need you all to myself for a while before you prove to me that you can please three men at once.”

Leaning in, I cover her mouth with one hand and pepper kisses on her face, her pretty eyes closing for my lips. “You don’t even need me to warm you up. You’re so ready to be fucked by me. Aren’t you? Can I hear you beg?”

My cock leaks, creating dampness in my boxers. I pull my fingers from inside her, her juices coating me, and suck them into my mouth. I lick her from my skin, groaning as perfect pussy flavours swirl around my tongue.

I remove my hand from her mouth so she can beg for my cock. Her lips are red from my firm hold; her mouth already sore.

An insolent smile plays at the corner of her mouth. Then she screams, “Tyle—!”

I slap my hand over her mouth. “You naughty little thing. I wanted to take you slow, to feel every inch inside you, but you want me rough. You don’t want to beg me? Are you thinking about the day I promised to grip your thighs until you bruised? What a mess I’m going to make on this pretty skin. Is that what you want?”

She nods and then fights me as I force her legs apart, needing to really grab her soft thighs to get my hips between them. I grunt under the exertion of her playful hostility because she’s giving me every inch of her strength, wrestling me for control. I just need her more. And more.

Between her swinging limbs, her nails slashing at the air, and her thighs closing around me, I manage to pull my cock out and thrust into her hard and deep.

“Vallie,” I growl, my eyes shutting for her name as pleasure assaults me.

The moment I’m all the way inside her, after dreaming of her warm, wet pussy for weeks, the groans continue from deep inside my chest. It’s so good. She’s so good. The rumble of my enjoyment is primal at this point.

“Christ, Baby Girl. What a perfect little pussy you have between these luscious thighs.”

I don’t wait. Can’t. And I’m not gentle as I start to pound her hips with ruthless force to earn the screams that I promised her. I’m deep. Then I empty her. Then I fill her again.

Her screams come easily; they are muffled beneath my hand, but I know they are there.

I feel each strained cry in the heavy heat from her breath, see it in the startled brown eyes gaping at me.

Her cunt goes wild around my cock.

I fuck her into the dirt, sand and debris lifting around us. Her legs get wider and wider, slacker and slacker, offering me her pussy, her fight giving way to the pleasure of my deep, thorough drives in and out of her body.

I remove my hand and kiss her hard.

Her body takes everything I have to give her, her lips accept my bashing kiss, her hands claw with restless uncertainty at my back, and her expressive eyes lose focus as she comes all over my cock.

CHAPTER 17

DONNIE

Tyler is frozen behind a tree, his back stiff like a steel bar has replaced his spine.

Quietly, I approach him from the right flank. I enclose his mouth with my hand, just in time, containing the growls of animalistic possessiveness that burst from him.

My own jealousy threatens to shred me, but I fight it. It’s a seething entity that barks she’s mine—she’s ours. But fighting between us has never worked, and… Fuck. Dexter is trying so hard to make amends. I can see it.

In the food he bought.

The piano he polished.

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