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My thighs.
Everything was buzzing like bees in my veins.
I didn’t know where to put the feeling.
I pressed my palms together like I was saying a prayer.
Toby pulled them apart.
“Don’t pretend with me,” Toby said.“Not here.Not with him, still warm.So ready for you to take him.You wanted him.Say it, Tabitha.Tell him how much you want him now.”
I bit my lip.My skin burned.
“I want you,” I whispered to him.His eyes looked past me.
Toby stepped back.“Then take it.Claim him.Show me.Right here.Play with him.”
Show…him…
Leo was sleeping.
So I knelt.
And let the water hit my face.
Leo was sleeping like Mila.I shouldn’t wake him up…
But I did it anyway.I showed Toby what my body wanted.
Leo’s body was lying on the ground, his dick getting harder and straighter as the water poured down onto us.
Toby moaned alongside me when I pushed my wet entrance onto Leo’s thickness.
Toby was right.I liked to play.I wanted Leo.
Like Mila.
Forever.
“Rock back and forth, baby.Just like that.Mmm, you look so pretty when you take a man’s soul.”
I whimpered, rocking forward to press my clit onto Leo’s tough stomach.This felt too good.He wasn’t loud like Mila.
Just hard and wanting.
“That’s it.Keep going, let that little cunt come for me.”
I was so hot, so full, painfully aware of my skin.Like the water beating down on my body was razors.I liked to cut.I liked to bleed.
Toby made me bleed for him.
“Toby…I’m going to?—”
“Yes.”My brother was practically vibrating.His voice was shaking, pure yet dark.
Like a cookie.
I was hungry.I wanted to come.
