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I didn’t have time to be humiliated before he stuffed two fingers into my clenching core and began to fuck while his tongue darted and stabbed.

I went feral. I knew I was thrashing beneath him and moaning loud enough for my throat to feel dry and scratchy when he pulled away, but I was too lust drunk to care. I came back to my senses, babbling and trying to stamp my foot in demand, but he didn’t let me reach the floor yet.

His fingers curled in my hair, and he jerked my head back so fast I screamed. His hips and the proof of his misery were snug against my ass while his whiskers teased my cheek.

He held my head captive, forcing me to look in the mirror.

“Who does it belong to Crystal?”

I’d never been in a real relationship. I didn’t trust people. And I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that uttering some lusty words to a man with patches like his meant anything serious.

It might mean you were in for a good fuck, but once the clothes were back on…

The problem was, what would they mean to me?

Why did he have to say all those stupid things? Why couldn’t he just be normal and say he wanted to bend me over? Plenty of guys said crude shit at the club. I was used to that. But this…

“You want to say it, I can see it in those blue jewels, baby.” His hand loosened in my hair and gently shifted down to massage the back of my neck like I was a prized pitbull.

“You want me inside you?” His hips lifted and he traced the entrance of my pussy with two fingers, applying pressure as he threatened to invade it.

I bit my lip, and squirmed before breathily admitting, “I want you to fuck me.”

“I’m going to, once I own every little piece of you.” His fingers darted inside me and my thighs instinctively tightened, my whole body clenching on a moan.

He laughed like I was only trying to fool myself, curling and stuffing them until I was dancing from side to side, no leverage to be found.

That man’s fingers laid promises to my body, that left me pitifully whining when he plucked them away again.

“Tell me you’re not gonna give it to anyone but me, unless I say you can lend it to someone.”

Our eyes locked in the mirror.

I’d heard a lot of babble from men, but I’d never heard anything like that…

I stayed quiet, but my cunt clenched and throbbed, pleading with me to give in.

“I won’t give it to anyone,” I huffed over the madness he’d lit between my thighs.

“That’s good, baby.” He leaned down and kissed between my shoulder blades.

I didn’t know I had a thing for back kisses, or pet names, but the trail he laid down my spine had me arching in anticipation of every peck.

I glowed inside and out when he called me ‘baby.’

He kissed the small of my back, claimed my ass with both hands and began to knead and massage.

When his hands stilled, he helped me lower to my feet and saluted the bed with his chin.

“Get up there, spread that thing open.” He murmured, that seductive grin stealing his features. “Show me how wet you are for me.”

I bit my lip as I sauntered toward the bed, letting my hips unwind with every step. His growl of approval left me glowing all over again. It was half the reason I loved the stage. The rush of being desirable enough that men would throw money at me, never went away. There was nothing that could come close to that type of confidence boost.

I stage crawled up the length of the mattress, giving a playful peek back at him before I gave my cheek to the pillow. With my hips still high in the air, I reached between my legs, parted the pink and let my fingers slide around my pussy while I watched him slowly unfasten his belt and start to strip.

I’d never second guessed myself as hard and abruptly as I did when he shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go and shot toward the bed. I swear to fuck, he was so long legged he crossed the distance in what seemed like nothing more than two steps. The bed shifted with his weight, his long, tattooed arm snakedaround my hip, and I was hauled against the hard surface of his chest.

His breath was at my throat, then his lips brushed my ear. His bricked cock was bobbing and glazing against my wet pussy, and I trembled like a leaf beneath him.