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“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, lifting my head to look at her. My jeans feel too tight, but this is about her.

“No,” she says quickly.

“Then how attached are you to these tights?”

“Not very, I just got them at a⁠—”

She gasps as I take the fabric in my hands and rip it so that her tanned skin is visible.

“Shit,” she mutters.

“Look at you, angel. You’re beautiful, you know that?”

I squeeze the skin, watching as it jiggles when I let it go. I groan low in my throat. I’m straining against the zipper of my jeans, so hard it’s painful.

Margo just looks down at me, one canine piercing her bottom lip.

I slide my hands up higher, placing my hands where thin fabric adorns her wide hips.

I tear my eyes away from her thighs, from the ripped tights, focusing on her face, looking for discomfort or any sign she doesn’t want this.

She opens her mouth. Closes it.

I keep my hands still on her hips.

“You attached to these panties, angel?”

Margo shakes her head.

“Use your words.”

“No, Daddy,” she murmurs, and my heart stops. I think I might come in my jeans like a fucking teenager but I grit my teeth and bite it back.

I wait until her shoulders drop before I touch her again.

“Fuck.”

I rip the thin fabric from each hip and then pull the fabric off her, tossing it on the floor. She lets out a little moan as I shove my palms under her ass, lifting her legs and placing one on each shoulder.

She tilts backward, bracing her hands on the crate.

Margo’s dusky pink pussy and asshole are front and center now, and I can smell her musk. I’m fucking salivating. She glistens like she’s been wet since this started.

“Look at you. Dripping for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Her cheeks flush. “Marcus⁠—”

“So fucking beautiful,” is all I can manage before I press my face against her, inhaling her scent with a long groan before my tongue swipes across her lower lips. My hands squeeze her ass as she chokes out my name.

She lets out a string of Spanish curses and her thighs try to tighten but I push them apart roughly.

“Keep them open. I want to see everything.”

I kitten lick her clit and she cries out. I grin against her, teasing, licking down to her entrance. The taste when I dip my tongue inside makes the base of my spine tingle.

“Mmph, Marcus… Daddy… please,” she whimpers, but I do my best to ignore my heartbeat pounding in my ears and I keep going.

I kiss and lick along her perineum, making my way to her puckered asshole. When my tongue laps across it, she stiffens all over.