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She is fucking perfect. I bunch my fists up on the couch cushions. I want to touch, taste, and bite those rosy points until she wraps her arms around my head and moans for more. I want to take her away from him and remind her how good I can make her feel.

She works his T-shirt up his ribbed abs until he grips it, yanks it over his head and tosses it on the ground. Her palms smooth down his torso and chest when he captures her mouth and plants a kiss on her mouth that has her moaning for him. He tugs the cups of her bra under her tits, then bends to suck on the soft, plump mounds.

My mouth waters.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she curls her fingers in the waist of his jeans and drags him nearer.

She undoes the button and zipper. Shoves his jeans off his hips and down his legs. He kicks them away.

He’s naked as fuck in front of my Little Vandal. In front of the woman who I’m not giving up.

His cock is hard and straining for her touch. He’s been inside her before and she’s become a craving to him as much as she is to me. She wraps her hand around him and strokes him a few times.

My cock full on kicks in my sweats. Swells. The way she’s staring at his cock with such hunger has me wanting to make her take it. I can be possessive of her heart and still want to see her take another man’s cock.

Her eyes lock with mine and she licks some moisture into her lips. She wraps her lips around him. Her cheeks hollow and saliva dribbles from the corners of her mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

At the same time he hisses in pleasure and takes her head between his hands, encouraging her to take him deeper. He groans and starts to fuck her mouth. His hand fists her hair, guiding her at the pace he likes. “You’re beautiful with your mouth full of my cock, Scary Girl?”

She whimpers around him. Spreads her knees and puts her hand between them.

She’s so turned on. I bet her panties are flooded. I want her on my face so bad. I shove my sweats down and take out my cock. It’s fully healed, her name branded permanently into my skin. Wrapping my fingers around it, I push into my hand.

“I’m so close,” he tells her.

Easing him out of her mouth, she wipes the spittle from the corners of her mouth and rises. “Help me out of my skirt.”

Fuck. I’m almost off the couch before he undoes the zipper on the tiny strip of ruffled fabric that passes for a skirt. I drop back down.

She’s wearing matching panties that go with her sexy bra. He slides his fingers into her panties while he squeezes the back of her neck. His eyes are locked on her like she’s the only person in the room. His fingers work lazy circles over her sensitive flesh.

When she sinks down on his hand, I know his fingers are inside of her.

It’s intoxicatingly hot. Especially when she’s looking at me like she doesn’t want to miss a second of my reaction. The desire and heat in her eyes...

“Your mouth is fucking heaven,” he tells her. “But is that really what you want him to see? When you could be dripping on my tongue. Don’t you want him to see you ride my face until you come?”

The noise that comes out of her is feral with need. He lowers himself onto the blanket and then helps her sit on his face.

He grasps the outside of her thighs as he starts to tongue fuck her. She whimpers for him... for me... while she fucks his face and stares at my cock like she wants more than one man to satisfy her.

I lean forward and make sure she has a good view of what she does to me. How hard I am for her. How much I’m restraining myself.

She leans in too, drawn to watch how I react to her while she grinds her clit into his mouth. Moans and whimpers fill the small room. She’s sweat slicked, and breathless. He’s guttural. The sound of them fucking and the movement of my hand on my cock has me so fucking hard.

Her body moves over his tongue, craving relief. He moves one hand to her ass, pushing her more firmly onto his tongue. The other around his cock so he can stroke it at the same time.

Seeing her like this... ravenous and taking what she needs... it’s better than I ever thought it could be.

Her whimpers become more frantic. Her ability to ride his mouth grows clumsy. She’s close. So close.

And that has me close too. Ready to jizz in my own hand from watching her come on another man’s face.

She cries as Kodiak clamps her down on his face and brings her to orgasm.

Kodiak’s eyes are glazed. His face has the sheen of her juices all over it when she wiggles back and collapses on top of him.