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“This sweet little ass is begging to be filled. Her cunt too, obviously, but I’m just saying - she’s gotrange.”

I grin against her flesh and slap her ass again.

She gasps.

Good girl.

And if the other two want a turn, they can wait in line. I’m busy worshipping. I’ve got her laid out like a fucking offering, slick and panting and perfect, and yeah, I’m feral. I’m hungry-

And I’m gonna makethismy masterpiece.

“You should’ve saved this for me,” I mutter, dragging my teeth along the soft skin at the top of her thigh, just enough pressure to leave a mark. “But hey, I get it. You needed a few practice rounds before the main event.”

She trembles. Moans.

I move, dropping to one knee behind her on the couch like I’m about to propose marriage to her pussy and spread her open even further with both hands. Broad palms, firm grip, thumbs digging in to make sure I get the full view.

And holy shit - yeah. This is my religion now.

Thisis my entire purpose on this earth.

“I can still smell them on you,” I growl, nose brushing the slick mess between her thighs. “But I don’t give a shit. You’re mine now. Yourpussyis mine.”

And then I dive straight back in like a man possessed.

The sound that she makes every time my tongue drags one long, greedy swipe from her soaked pussy all the way up to her tight little rim?

Fuck- I could bottle it. Sell it.

Build an empire on it.

She jolts like I short-circuited her soul, and I can't help but grin against her skin.

“You want it like this, don't you, Bambi?” I ask, breath hot over her cunt. “You want every part of you worshipped.”

She moans, high and helpless, which is the kind of encouragement I need in my life.

I eat through the mess of her slick like I’m taste-testing for the gods. I circle her rim with my tongue again, slow and firm, while one hand slides forward to stroke over her clit. She jerks, and I smirk - smug and confident upon feeling her whole body quake.

“She’s gonna come,” I warn, voice full of glee. “On my tongue. On my fingers. Probably on the fucking couch if we don’t tarp it soon.”

“Don’t break her,” Ash growls.

“She’s not breakable,” I shoot back, eyes gleaming. “She’s built different.”

My hands are covered in slick now. I rub it down her thighs, across her ass, up to her lower back, marking her like art. Like territory.

Likemine.

When I pull back, finally, it’s only to breathe. Because holy fuck - I might be the one who passes out first.

“She tastes like heaven and sin had a baby,” I pant, running my thumb slow over her soaked pussy, watching it twitch under my touch. “And I’m not done.”

“You said that ten minutes ago,” Rhea manages, breathless.

“And I meant it,” I growl, dragging a single finger over her clit. “You think I’m leaving this pussy unsatisfied? This thing’s got a goddamn gravitational pull.”

“Watch it,” Ash snaps.

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