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I shove two fingers inside her pussy as I fuck her ass. With each moan that slips past her parted lips, a little of the come-water mixture slips from the side of her mouth and dribbles down her chin. What a good fucking cum-slut.
My thumb grazes her clit as I finger her. I have to stop thrusting because knowing she’s so filled with me brings me too close. It’s a majestic fucking sight. She curls her abdomen as her orgasm builds, and she tightens around my fingers and cock.
“Are you going to come for me, eighty? With your mouth and cunt filled with my come?”
She nods, her lips puckering as she sucks on the ice cube.
“Good girl,” I growl as she shudders around me.
Her muscles clench around my dick, and I can’t wait any longer. I lean onto my outstretched arm and fuck her until I spill my load inside her. I stay inside her ass as I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her, regardless of the residue in her mouth. I can’t help the desire to mark her.
My hand leaves her cunt and winds through her hair as I pull her into me. When her lips spread, she tongues the mixture into my mouth. The taste is salty and foul, but I happily take what she gives me.
I pull out of her and look down. My gaze oscillates between her wet lips and the dripping mess leaking from her pussy and the thin white ropes gracing her tight asshole. She’s fucking stunning.
I drop to my knees, lift her hips, and bring her ass closer to my mouth. Leaning over her creamy, come-filled hole, I let my tongue slip into her ass. She’s stretched and used up, and I love it. Eating pussy is a Jax move, but I’ll eat her come-filled asshole all day.
A feral groan leaves her lips from having my tongue on such a sensitive part of her body. A part of us all that’s so neglected. It creates such a taboo thrill to know you aren’t supposed to be buried between someone’s ass cheeks, but here you are, doing it and loving it.
I lick her clean of my come. Her come. The melted ice.
“You like when I lick your ass, eighty?”
“Yes,” she pants.
She turns over on her hands and knees and backs her ass into me. This dirty fucking girl knows what she wants. I grip her ass cheeks, spread them, and eat her as her fingers work her clit.
“Lick me, Tobin,” she moans. She swirls her fingers, and my tongue works her until she comes again.
I pull away from her and look down at perfection. Fuck Kane. He doesn’t know what he’s missing with her. Fucking her is like sinking into a fallen angel. If he actually fucked her, there’d be no way he could get rid of her. If I had any say, I would never let her go. She’d be my come-filled fuck toy.
She’d be mine.
Aurora rolls onto her back, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath. “Now can we talk?”
The sex only derailed her thoughts momentarily. She’s already back on track, barreling toward the station at full speed, and I don’t know how much longer I can dance around the topic. I sit beside her on the bed, unable to look at her as I speak.
“He’s been through some shit. He doesn’t know exactly what, because I keep those painful memories locked away from him. I can’t risk telling you because I can’t risk you telling him.”
I expect a huff of indifference or an argument, but she only places a hand against my back and rubs in comforting circles. “Kane’s lucky to have you and Jax,” she says. “I wish I had someone to hold my trauma.”
“What have you been through?” I ask.
Her hand stops moving. “Some shit,” she says, throwing my words back at me.
Fair enough. It wouldn’t be right to expect her to spill her secrets when I keep ours locked away.
I rise from the bed and begin to dress. “If you ever change your mind, let me know. I’m pretty good at holding trauma.”
“Thanks, Tobin,” she whispers.
Looking back at her, I can’t imagine letting her go. Kane still has a chance to stop the boulder he’s started rolling down a hill, so I walk to the stack of sticky notes and think of what to write that might change his mind. We make plenty of money and we’ll have this truck paid off in a couple of years. Selling her would shave off a few months at most. Even if we can’t keep her, I’d rather know she’s somewhere safe and not beneath the sort of men The Nameless rub elbows with.
Because I’ll always see her as mine.
Ours.
But what would possibly convince Kane to see her as Jax and I do? His hatred for women stems from a secret he can’t remember, and I can’t reveal that secret without risking his mind. If he knew the truth of his hatred, he might understand that Aurora is not a threat to him. If anything, she could be his salvation.
