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The suggestion settles her. I see her agreeing, blinking once in the mirror. It’s so hot that I almost come. In both real life and fantasy.
I push a drenched finger inside her asshole. With my other hand, I free my cock that’s throbbing for her. My wide tip parts her lips and Leighton’s doll-like eyes widen in the mirror.
My virgin.
“Jesus, you’re tight.” My cock isn’t even halfway inside her and her pussy has a death grip on me.
She’s silent, and I remove my finger from her ass. While I thrust my hips forward, I tug on her rose-colored hair, allowing her to speak.
She whimpers just as I feel a new kind of wetness coating my dick. When I pull back, there’s blood on my length. Her hymen. Jesus fuck.
“You’re Daddy’s doll.” I gather her blood on the pad of my clean finger. “Daddy’s fuck doll.”
Leighton’s lips are parted. They remain this way while I use her blood as lipstick on her lips, painting them red. What’s left of it, I smear on her cheeks as I sink my cock deeper and harder into the girl who’s been consuming my dreams for way too long.
“Perfect,” I groan before my orgasm steals my breath from me.
Leighton’s rugged exhale follows my climax. Her relief.
She can’t go yet. I have things to say. Something to remember me by.
“Fuck, I want you.” My eyes are trained on the ceiling. My heart is out in the hallway. “I’ve always wanted you.”
Another gasp rises over the music. It’s louder than the hammering of my pulse between my ears.
That’s it, I muse, as Leighton rushes off. She knows.
I grab a tissue from my nightstand. The new tattoo I got on my arm stings as it grazes on the bedsheet, but I don’t grimace. I embrace the pain.
It’s for her. For the woman I love.
There’ll never be another woman for me.
While I’m still wondering if I can keep you, I most definitely own you.
For better or worse, you’re mine.
CHAPTER THREE
Leighton
“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.”
I blink at the morning sun blaring into my eyes. Rylan opened the blinds while I slept. That’s what ripped me from my sleep.
The bright light hurts, so I put a hand over my forehead to block some of it.
Then I see her. My best friend sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at me. Her blue eyes shimmer. Her long black hair rests in a braid down the front of her body.
Fully awake and ready to take on another summer day in her pink sequin bikini and a smile stretching across her face.
Except something’s not right. Even in my half-asleep state, I see her grin is somewhat off. A little wider than usual.
I shake my head internally. There’s nothing off about Rylan. Not a mean bone in her body. She must be overly excited to spend those last days of freedom together. To be around her dad.
Of course.
My God, sneaking off to Marcus’s bedroom has finally caught up with me. I’m being paranoid over nothing. Nothing at all.
