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“Whoops.”

He licks his lips, one hand at his dick as he adjusts it again. I love it when he does that.

“Whoops?” His eyes flick to mine.

“Wanna lick that off, big boy?”

He doesn’t waste two seconds before he’s on me. I shriek, then laugh out loud as he engulfs me and his mouth is sucking on my nipple hard and fast. I love to watch him feasting on my tits. It’s the hottest thing ever, so much so, I swipe some more cream cheese and spread it on the other side. He moves over, licking, sucking, nipping as I dig my hands into his hair, tugging gently. One hand reaches between my legs and he growls even harder when he feels how wet I am. He rubs my clit once, twice, and I’m screaming his name when he flicks it a third time.Holy shit.

He stands back, sucks on the end of his finger, then his hands are fumbling at his waist as he tugs his jeans down — commando — and he reaches for his shirt and rips it over my head. “Hands on the bench,Kitten.”

I glance down at his monster cock and groan. I want it in my mouth again but I know that we need to get off, and fast.

I do as he says and he lines up behind and pushes in. We both groan and he kisses the top of my shoulder, a shiver running down my spine as I stick my ass out further toward him.

“You feel so good,” I groan. I might be sore, but it’s worth it to feel him again.

And knowing what he needs, I add, “I love you.”

He makes a strangled noise as he starts to pound in and out of me, his hands all over my body. They start grabbing my ass cheeks, then one reaches around to grip my throat — totallyfreaking hot — before both hands cup my tits. I’ve never, ever had sex like this before, standing, and over my kitchen bench. The way he slides in and out, hitting every nerve inside me, so deep at this angle as I struggle to hold onto my sanity.

“Say it again.”

“I love you,Myles.I love all of you, this big, juicy cock filling me so full. Harder, honey, I need it harder.”

“Dirty slut,” he mutters in my ear. He tugs on my nipple and I cry out. “Fuckin’ love your dirty mouth,Kitten.Gonna keep you locked up in here so I can fuck the dirty words out of your mouth.”

“This is my apartment.”

“And we’re gonna fuck on every inch of it.”

Oh, my.

And in two seconds, I’m coming again. He follows closely behind, roaring my name as he stills and shoots his load inside me for what feels like the hundredth time.

12

RIOT

I never thoughtI’d be in my happy place, walking around a pet store pushing a cart, watching my kitten hum while she dumps shitloads of dog stuff into it without a care in the world.

Nobody tells you about these moments. The ones you don’t expect. And I’m digging every single moment with her. She bounces on her toes with joy when she picks this toy and that. Some have squeakers, some are soft toys, with a few hard chew toys. Then there’s leashes, collars, dog bowls, blankets, treats. The list goes on.

I’m more fascinated in her reactions than I am with the things she’s putting into the cart. I can see that taking care of something is her forte, that she loves animals, and it only makes my heart expand that much bigger.

We said a lot of things to each other, things that I’d kept to myself for these past few months, and while expressing how I feel doesn’t come to me naturally, I still feel as if a weight has been lifted.

“Do you think blue is too cliche for a boy's dog jacket?” She taps her chin, deep in thought. “The purple might be a little too out there.”

I chuckle. “I don’t think he’s gonna mind.”

“I guess not.” She’s adorable when she’s trying to figure something out, and I itch to reach out and touch her, but after what we did over the kitchen bench this morning, I think I’d better keep my hands to myself. I’ve no problem dragging her off into the nearest broom closet in the pet store if that’s what it takes.

She goes for the blue, telling me that it’ll go better with his coloring. All the while, I smirk to myself, still reveling in the fact that I’m pushing a cart around PetSmart on a Sunday morning and thoroughly enjoying myself.

“What do you think he likes to eat?”

Again, adorable. “I don’t think he’s gonna be too fussy.” I don’t add that he was starving and his ribs were showing; that’ll only upset her again. “But Nina said he was favoring biscuits last night. Hey, look at this, they even have doggie milk.”

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