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And I did. My pussy latched onto his fingers as they drove inside me, slower at first and then picked up to an intensifying pace that caused dizzying spots to crowd the edge of my vision.

Only a second later, his thumb brushed over my clit, and my thighs squeezed together.

I screamed his name, and the drumsticks finally fell from my hand in a soft thud as my vision blinded. The rise of the pleasure broke into a beautiful orgasm, its waves crashing over my core like a blissful symphony.

“Yes, firecracker, come for me, baby.”

I was a shaking, shuddering mess as the high left my body, my muscles dissolving like a hot, molten wax.

“Shh, I got you.” Matty’s strong hands wrapped around me as he held me to his chest in a tight grip. “I got you, baby.” His lips peppered soft kisses all over my face as I blinked my eyes open, still breathing hard.

“Hey, there,” he whispered, gliding a slow thumb over my lips while he continued his kisses.

“Hi,” I muttered, suddenly feeling shy as heat scorched my cheeks and made my throat dry.

“Fuck, you’re too beautiful to be mine.”

“But I am,” I said quietly as my forehead met his. “And I always will be.”

His eyes softened like molten pools of adoration. “Good.”

CHAPTER 23

MATTY

Sierra Chan was doing something to me.

Something unspeakable.

Something unrecognizable.

Something untamable.

Ever since I made it official that she was mine, and I wasn’t backing off like I should have, life had never been the same again.

I wanted her in every possible way.

I wanted to breathe her in, touch her soft skin, and be consumed by her presence every second of the day.

I wanted to keep her in my arms and never share her with the world.

I was becoming an obsessive fool.

A fool for her.

I think I finally understood my friend’s feelings.

The orders, the rules, the decorum that I followed in life all vanished like dust, and it wasn’t even hard for me to let them go. That was how much she changed my life in an instant.

I was addicted.

I wasn’t one to get addicted. I knew my limits, and I had my limits, but they were invisible when it came to her.

Like now, I couldn’t stop staring at the adorable dimple in her cheek, which was now almost always present in my vicinity.

But I also couldn’t stop staring at her in my jacket.

I still remember throwing it at a fan back in the day and they would’ve probably sold it but I didn’t give a fuck.

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