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“Prez. Um, I’m just checking on Rox…ie. Seeing if she needs anything?” I facepalm at his statement as it sounds more like a question than a sentence.

“I’m here, she’s fine. Don’t you have things to deal with at the ranch?” Dad finds the edge in his voice, trying to play the Prez card to scare him off.

“Dad, Mimic is here because I asked him to be here. You are the one who showed up without an invitation. So please, see yourself out, and I will think about what you have said.” I walk back into the living room.

“Roxanne,” Dad’s voice still has an edge, but now it is directed at me.

“No, Dizz. This is my home, and I am asking you to leave. I will tell Mom you apologized, and I am taking it into consideration. You can sleep in your big boy bed tonight. Thank you for stopping by, but I have another guest to talk to.” I gesturetoward the front door as if he didn’t know it was there or how to leave the house he had barged into.

Eight

Mimic

Iwatch momentarily as Prez looks from me to his daughter, expecting me to take his side. I am still trying to figure out what I walked into. Seeing him standing there, Rox in her robe, her face matching the pink hue of her hair. I’m unsure if it’s because her dad busted me here or whatever they were fighting over this time.

Prez huffs one last time and exits through the open door. Rox growls as she slams the door. She runs her fingers through her hair and her hand over her face. She paces back and forth a bit before stopping in front of me.

“You didn’t think to stop and not come in when you saw his bike? Were you that dick blind?” Rox grumbles, brushing past me and flopping down on her sofa.

“What bike?” I stop and listen. I hear the car I know was there when I pulled up, pulling away—not the loud rumble of a Harley rolling off. “I hear yourmother’scar pulling away, not his bike. Do you really think I would be this dumb? Or dick blind, as you called it.” Listen, I didn’t pay too much attention to anythingaround me when I pulled up because I was on a mission to make her scream my name, but I would have stopped at the sight of a bike—especially her father’s. So no, I am not what she’s calling dick blind.

“What? You think I’ll mount you while my mother is here? We’re close, but that close. Definitely crosses more than a few lines, Mimic.” Rox sounds annoyed with me, but all I see is her smooth, toned, and tattooed legs swinging over the arm of the couch. I watch them as her toes point down, showing off the definition of her calves. All I can think about is running my tongue up the entirety of her leg. I want to taste every inch of her before I get to the spot I know will make her scream. I hear her mumble something, which snaps me out of my trance.

“What was that?” I look at her sitting up, watching me with a glint of sass in her eyes.

“Dick blindness,” she shakes her head. I can see the hint of a smile on her lips, but I know she’s annoyed with me. “I’m trying to fight with you about the fact that you had no qualm about coming in here to fuck me, thinking my mother was here, and you’re too busy watching my body move to have something to say.”

“Whoa!” What she’s saying finally clicks. “No. No! First,” I lick my lips and focus my thoughts on a cohesive idea. “I didn’t think that was an option. Two, your mom loves me, knows what’s up, and would have left when I came in. And three,this isn’t a fight!” I growl back at her loudly. “This disagreement can end with me on my knees.”

“Again. All you’re thinking about is fucking me.”

“You can’t seriously blame me, Rox,” I tell her and walk toward her. She starts to move backward, and when her back hits the wall, I cage her in with my arms. I press my body against hers, allowing her to feel my cock against her. It’s rock hard, and I want nothing more than to sink it deep inside of her. Iswivel my head back and forth as if I were a snake and stop once my nose runs along hers. She lets out a heavy breath that does nothing but turn me on more. “You’re the one who sent me a picture. You’re the one who asked me to come. You’re naked under this flimsy material you call a robe, and I bet your cunt is wet. All because you wanted me to fuck you.”

Her chest is rising and falling rapidly. It’s clear she’s turned on and loving every moment of this. She licks her lips and looks up into my eyes.

“I can see it, Rox. You want me. So. Fucking. Much.” Between each word, I kissed along her jawline, down to where her shoulder meets her neck. It’s there that I bite her. Her gasp, along with her breathing, let me know she loves it.

“Tell me, Rox. Tell me I’m here because you want me to fuck you. You want my cock so far in your cunt, making you drip. You want me to suck your clit, and tongue fuck you. Tell me I’m here because you want me. Fucking tell me, Rox.”

I don’t know if she doesn’t notice or care, but while telling her what I want to hear, I was undoing the belt of her robe. I slid it off her shoulders as I spoke, and she moaned in response. It’s currently a puddle on the floor, and my hands are making their way around her body. I need to learn every inch of her skin. I want to feel everything. I want to make her feel so damn good.

She still hasn’t said anything, and it just won’t do. I need her to tell me what I crave. I want her to make it clear that she wants me to fuck her. I need it.

I kiss her and swallow her moan. My fingers slide down her stomach, going right where I know she craves my touch. I enter her with my first two fingers.

“Oh, fuck. Yes.”

“Yes, what, Rox? Tell me. Tell me I’m here so I can fuck you.”

She inhales and, on her release, moans out her answer. “Yes. Oh shit, right there. Yes. You’re here to fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

I pull my fingers out of her and drop to my knees. I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up for me, and immediately latch on to her clit. I suck her into my mouth as hard as I can, and she screams. My fingers go back into her, and I strum on her G-spot while I continue to suck and lick her clit. She tastes so fucking good. She’s so damn delicious, and I already know I won’t be able to survive if I’m not able to eat her every day. I’m already addicted. I’m entirely consumed by her flavor alone. I hear her moans, her screams, her begging for air. Her hands grip my hair, and her nails scrape my scalp.

She’s pulling me in, attempting to get me closer. If that’s what my baby wants, that’s what she gets. I pull my fingers out of her and grab her other leg. Holding her legs apart with my hands, I use my shoulders to support what I can, and I spread her as far as I can. My tongue goes as deep into her cunt as I can get it, but I want more. I need more. I can’t stop yet. Not yet. I can feel her release building. The pressure is there. She’s ready to burst. I’m not stopping until she comes all over my face and tongue.

Moving to once again suck her clit, that’s what detonates her bomb. She screams out my name, and I drink her down.God fucking damn, she’s so good.

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