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My cock is rock hard, and I drop my shorts, taking myself in hand as she strips in front of me.
“Go lay on the bed and let me see you,” I command.
She scurries to do as I ask, draping herself on the bed and spreading her legs, giving me the perfect view of her pretty pink pussy.
She’s already glistening, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
Christina is always beautiful, but lately – it’s almost like she’s glowing. She’s softer somehow.
I love it. I need more of it and patience has never been my strong suit.
“Where do you want me to touch you, Angel?” I ask, prowling over towards her. “Show me, right now.”
She immediately reaches down and rubs her little clit, with a breathless moan.
A low growl rumbles from my throat and I reach over and slap her hand away. Whatever patience I have built up is gone as her tiny fingers trail over her clit. Mine.
“I said show me, Angel – not touch. That pussy belongs to me, remember? Enzo and I own it, just like we own you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, moving her hands to her side.
“Good girl.”
I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed and then spread her legs wide.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” I mutter, before I drop to my knees and swipe my tongue over her folds.
She tastes even sweeter than normal, and I want to savor her as she moans and bucks against me.
I can’t get enough. I ease a finger inside of her tight, wet pussy and find her soaked.
All of this because of me.
I rub my face against her, tightening my hold around her soft, thick thighs.
“Oh, Angel,” I say, smirking. “You’re aching for me, aren’t you?”
Her legs open even wider.
“So eager,” I croon. “My bad, bad girl. You know, I think you’re right. You shouldn’t change your name. Not yet.”
She’s trembling and I love it. “You should wait until it’s me giving it to you.”
She moans, I don’t know whether it’s from my tongue or my words.
Every instinct in me goes rigid. The caveman in me demands me to mark her right in this moment.
“Oh, what do we have here?” Enzo asks, walking into the bedroom.
Enzo pulls off his shirt and kicks off his shoes. He walks over to the bed, pulling her in for a quick kiss.
“Princess,” he says, lowering his head to take one of her pebbled nipples in his mouth. She gasps in pleasure and writhes on the bed.
“Please,” she begs, again. “I need you both.”
It’s her plea that does it, and she knows it, I can see it in her eyes, the way they light up with mischief and raw need. She knows exactly what she does to me. To us.
I get up, letting Enzo hold her still while I grab the hank of red silk rope from the drawer next to the bedside. Enzo makes her moan again, his fingers roaming over her body, while I stalk closer.
