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“I am,” I say, quickening my strokes. A bead of pre-cum forms on the head, and I use it as lube.

“Now grab my cock. I’m going to make you mine.”

Chapter Sixteen

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Mercer

CLOVER LINES THEflesh-colored cock up with her pussy and a pang of jealousy stabs at me. I have to remind myself that it’s me. Just as if I was there. But I’m not. And maybe that’s where the animosity toward the inanimate object comes from. Her pink folds shine in the light from her computer screen, and my stomach tightens. I want to come deep inside her. She’s wet and willing and wants me to be her first.

“Rub the head on your clit,” I command. She does, running it in circles, moaning slightly as it dips in her wet center on accident. “Not yet,” I bark, stroking my cock, gaze intent on how she’s moving it. Back and forth, over her wet mound.

“It’s killing me,” she says, voice aching with need. “I want you inside me.” Clover is watching me jack off, her hazel eyes hooded—longing evident in every move she makes.

My chest is rising and falling rapidly as I lose my breath to the onslaught of desire raging through my body. “Just the tip,” I say, catching my breath by slowing my pace. It hurts, the orgasm is there, ready to rip out of my body like an explosion.Not yet,I tell myself. This needs to last. It’s all I’ll have to hold on to until the next time and who knows when that will be.

“Like this?” Clover asks, dipping the dildo head into her wet body slowly. I watch as an inch disappears into her body, her cunt closing the girth—a tight sheath.

“Like that,” I reply, tone harsh. “Just like that. Tell me what it feels like.”

“It feels like more. More. I want all of you inside of me,” she says, hand readjusting the grip on the silicone toy and teasing more inside her. “It’s so hard and you’re inside me. I want to have an orgasm around you.”

“Yes,” I say, picking up the pace. “Fuck yourself. You pick the pace. Show me how to fuck you,” I growl.

Thank God she doesn’t need any more direction. Clover takes it and slides it halfway in and then all the way out again. My mouth drops open and my stomach flips at the sight. Me and her together. “Does it turn you on knowing I’m watching you? I’m so fucking turned on right now I could come on the spot.”

“Wait for me,” she says, thrusting the toy inside her body over and over, fucking at a medium, steady pace in and out. It’s glistening with her wetness as she draws it out of her body and shoves it all the way back in.

I grunt out in frustration. “Hurry, Clover. Watching you fuck me is driving me wild.”

Clover picks up the pace and strokes her clit with her free hand. Her knees fall open wider and now I can see everything. Her pussy taking my cock, her sweet asshole fluttering open and closed as she draws nearer to her climax. I want to be in every hole. Fucking her. Marking her. I want to put my babies inside her. Come in her tight little asshole. In her mouth. All over her body. Any male in a million-mile radius will look at her, smell her, breathe near her, and know without a shadow of a doubt that she belongs to me forever.

Her face is rapture as her hand shifts, and she fucks herself to the hilt and comes apart. Her expression is what does me in and I come, hot bursts landing on my stomach. More than I’ve seen in a long ass time. The pipes haven’t been clogged, but they definitely needed this something fierce.

Clover leaves the dildo inside her. “I want you to stay inside me for a while longer.”

Emotion clogs my throat. “There’s nothing I’d like more than staying inside you all night long. Did it hurt? You were worried I wouldn’t fit and looking at you right now I’d say we are a perfect fit.” My cock jerks in my hand. A reminder of how much we both love Clover Wellsley’s naked body splayed in front of us. Before I deployed, we had a conversation about sex and what she’s afraid of. None of the emotional things were mentioned, it was all about the size of my dick. The only thing I could think of as a solution to this worry was…a dildo. From there, I knew I wanted to at least watch. Here we are and it’s bittersweet.

“Well because I’ve been fantasizing about having you inside me for so long, the pleasure took over for the pain. What’s the catch? You realize now that I have your dick at my disposal, I can fuck you whenever I want even if you’re not on a computer screen in front of me?”

“Clover, as long as you’re fucking my dick, I don’t care how many times you do it. I’m glad you gave this to me. It’s been really…rough.” I try not to break her high. Her chest is still red from her orgasm and there’s a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She looks perfectly fucked and a sense of pride is washed away by reality. “I can’t say I won’t get jealous of my own cock, but I don’t want you to go without. I don’t want you to go without anything you want.”

She pulls the dildo from her body and her pussy gapes a little. I wince. “You know I’d kill to lick your cunt right now, right?”

“Kill is a strong word,” she says, sitting up and pulling her knees to her chest. There’s still a small patch of her cunt showing, and I know it’s purposeful. “How is it going over there, Mercer?” The change of subject is swift and painful.

I right myself in the chair and fix the computer so she’s able to view my whole face. “It’s a mess,” I say, honestly. “The good of it is they’ll probably send me home soon. The bad of it is I’ve never felt more useless. It’s pretty bad. Details aren’t something you need to know, but it’s bad. Tell me how you’re doing. Really doing, Clover. Can’t lie to my face.”

She grins at me as she fishes her dress from the floor and pulls it over her head. “I’m not even allowed to bask in the loss of my virginity afterglow before being questioned?” She picks up the dildo and puts it in the smaller box it came in holding up a small bottle that was inside. “Didn’t need the lube at all. I’m impressed with myself. There really was nothing to be afraid of. If it were really you here with me, it would be even better.”

“It will be amazing,” I correct, clearing my throat. The dark circles framing her eyes are seemingly deeper than they just were. “How is Cape Cod? How are you?”

Her pretty nose scrunches up. “Different? Challenging? An adjustment? I only have Goldie, so I’m pretty lonely when I’m home, but that will change now that I have a cussing bird! He really is great, by the way. Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad they were able to do that for you. For me. What about Luella and Sierra? That was a promising start.” I guess I assumed she would blend in seamlessly, thinking because I’m taken with her everyone else would be, too.

She tries to change the subject, but I lead her back to the women. Sighing, she says, “They posted that selfie they took at the party on Instagram and tagged my account. Remember? I took my profile off private and all their friends came after me with pitchforks for the pageant stuff, my daddy’s political stances, and our money. Basically, I’m a Southern princess who hates women. They were mean, and you’d be proud. I didn’t even retaliate.”

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