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“Yes,” I confess. “You’d walk around in those little tanks with these luscious tits,” I pinch her nipples, “and those little shorts making me obsess over your pussy. Such a dirty fucking girl. Making me want to yank them down and fuck the hell out of you.”

“Oh god,” she sighs, changing her tempo to slowly ride me up and down, stroking my cock inside her slick walls.

She gets off on this, our forbidden desire, and I do, too. For too long, I was ashamed of it. I hated myself for it, but it’s not wrong. Not now. Not when she feels so goddamn good.

“Show me,” I tell her. “Spread your lips open, and let me watch you fuck my cock like a good girl.”

“Yesss,” she shudders, reaching down to obey, opening her lips wide to let me see, see how she’s glossed my shaft with her lust, see how hard her little pink clit is, see her taking every inch of me.

“Play with yourself, Vale. Fuck me while you tell me what you used to do, thinking about me.”

Blood roars in my veins. My dick throbs to come, talking like this, watching her do this, but I don’t. I growl it back, waiting for her.

“I used to finger myself,” she confesses, gazing down at me, her fingertip circling her clit, her pussy riding my cock. “I used to imagine doing it for you, right in front of you like a good girl and making you come while I call you ‘Daddy.’”

“Oh fuck.” I arch my back, grabbing her hips.

“I used to want to be so bad for you.” Her breath is changing. She’s getting close. “Idowant to be so bad for you, Nash. Let me. Make me do the dirtiest things for you, with you, because I want to. Please.”

Goddamn, if she insists.

I lift my fingers to her mouth, pressing them to her lips, and she sucks them, moaning. Then I take them out and reach around. The moment my fingertip circles her ass while she’s fucking my cock, she groans, her eyelids fluttering.

“That’s it,” I tease, pressing my finger inside her. “You want to be dirty for me, Vale? You want me to fuck you in front of my brothers?”

“Yes,” she gasps, leaning forward to rub her clit on my shaft, bracing herself against my pecs as she rides me harder. “Please.”

Fuck. Hang on.

I slide another finger into her ass, and she groans, shaking when my other fingers tug at her nipple. I want to suck it, but I can’t, not while I’m taking her over the edge. Not while I give her this.This will take her. It’ll take me, too.

“You want me to show them how I make you my dirty girl?” I pump my fingers. I pump my cock. “You want me to fuck your tight, virgin ass in front of the kings? You want to be my queen?”

“Yes, Nash. Yes,” she cries out, bucking on top of me, her orgasm locking her eyes to mine as it crashes down through her; she’s beautiful.

Too beautiful and mine.

I grab her hair and pull her to me, my hips hammering, my cock pounding harder inside her. It makes her orgasm last, her eyelids fluttering, her lips shaking over mine. We don’t kiss, but I swear to her, “You’re mine, Vale. Always. Every inch of you is mine to have. No one else.”

I keep pumping my fingers in her ass, my cock in her pussy, white heat building in my spine, the pressure about to explode. She keeps groaning and convulsing. “Say it,” I growl.

“Yes, Nash,” she stutters. “Oh god, yes.”

I hold her tight and let go, making her take everything I have. It’s hers. She’s mine.She makes me come so fucking hard.

I’m an evil man for wanting her, a redeemed man for having her. I will burn in hell for this heaven, andlet’s go.

I was going to hell anyway.

CHAPTER TWENTY

VALE

“Not that.”

I step out of the bathroom in my third golf dress, and Nash is fuming.

“What?” I twirl in the black racerback sporty mini. “It’s what women wear to play golf.”

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