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And I wonder what she thinks of that.

I lean in.

“Kit wants to fuck you,” I growl in her ear.

“What?”

The shock in her voice, the surprise, is delicious. I slow the thrust of my cock, just barely, so I can pull her even closer by the hips.

“Kit,” I say again, slower, clearer, this time, “wants to fuck you.”

A beautiful, slutty moan spools out of her as I say it, and she thrusts her tits harder into my hands, so my fingers press deeper around her stiff nipples.

She likes hearing this.

“You’d like getting fucked by him,” I whisper. Tightening my fingers on those peaks. Deepening my thrusts.

I don’t need her to speak to know her answer. I can feel how she feels about it. But I like hearing it all the same.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

“God, of course you would.” I move my right hand from her breast to her hip, driving my cock in deeper as she flutters open for me. “Of course you would. You’d tease him, wouldn’t you.”

“Yes.” Her words are coming out like moans. “Yes.”

“You’d make him work for it. Make him earn the right to fuck this pussy.”

“Yes.”

She’s wet, so soaked I can barely stay inside her with how hard I want to thrust. I settle for speed, ramming quicker and quicker as my dick swells at the next thought in my mind.

“You’d let me watch.”

Split-second silence. I don’t slow, don’t even think about letting up even as I’m not sure how she’ll answer. If she’ll answer.

But she does.

And when she does, her voice is so ragged and rich the sound makes my balls clench.

“Yes. God, yes, Blue.”

“Fuck.” I spit the word through clenched teeth, because I’m not ready. I’m not ready to come, I don’t want to come yet. But there’s not much more I can do.

In her, with her, I’m helpless.

“Come here.” I slide my hands up to her ribs, her breasts, and draw her upright and back. “Lean into me.”

“Mhm.” She’s breathy, nodding, as I hold her throat again, this time to steady her on her knees as I pin her to me—and all the while I’m thrusting into her, a little faster, a little harder, finding my edge but staying steady. Because I can’t come, I won’t come, until she comes for me again.

With my free right hand, I clasp her hip first, then slide down the curve of her. Find her swollen clit and swipe.

She gasps. Surprise as much as pleasure.

Good. I plunge on, in, harder, stroking her rough and raw from the front even as I’m pumping into her from behind and below.

“Blue.” My name in her mouth is a whine. “Blue, I can’t. I can’t. I’m gonna⁠—”

“Please.” I press the word into her neck, scraping teeth against skin. “Please come for me.”