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“You say the most inappropriate things.”

“I do the most inappropriate things as well,” I whispered. “Want to see, Ash?”

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

Softly sliding my tongue up and down along him, I took him between my lips. He jerked with a groan. Slow, soft, I pushed him to the edge of the cliff until his madness echoed in the way he groaned my name, he yanked my hair back.

“Faster, Diya. Faster.”

Gripping his ass in my hands, I did just as he asked. He stiffened as I dug my nails into his flesh before spanking him hard on his ass.

I pulled back, looking up. “I’ll pay you back, but only on my own terms.”

“Just…” he said, fisting his slick cock.

I took him between my lips again, grazing my teeth along the soft skin. His response was a deep, throaty growl.

“Shit, Diya. I-I want to come inside you. I want to…” His breath turned faster until he was moaning. “I fucking want my cum to be the first you swallow.”

I drew lines on his skin with my nails, playing with him for a while.

“I’m coming,” he screamed, his body shuddering with the speed of his thrust.

He growled, and grabbed me by my hair again, forcing me to adjust to his rhythm, and then he pulled away, spilling his cum down my skin.

“You look perfect with my cum on your skin.” He pulled me up, his eyes filled with pride. “Why are you so damn gorgeous? I want to paint you like this… and hang it in the middle of Hollowhaven so everyone can see who you belong to.”

He pressed a kiss to my breasts before plunging two fingers inside me. My legs trembled as he walked me back, fingers still inside me, pushing me down on the couch.

“It’s my turn to crawl to you. Tell me what you want?” He went to his knees.

“I want your tongue inside me, Ash.” He pulled my thighs apart, and leaned closer, rubbing me with his fingers.

He took his time until the pressure became impossible to hold on and then he pulled back, burying his face between my thighs with a long groan. His tongue flicked against my clit, sending delicious tremors along my skin.

My hands went to his rusty brown hair, pulling him closer for more access.

“Now, Diya… tell me now…”

If I had a brain before, it was not in place right now.

“What? Tell you what?” I asked, confused.

“Tell me you’ll never let Vincent touch you.”

“It’s very inappropriate, talking about him from between my thighs.” I groaned. “Is this the time to talk about Vincent?”

“Yes. I’ll let you come if you tell me your body belongs to me.”

“We can talk later.” He was keeping me on the edge of a cliff, refusing to let me fall. If I didn’t give him what he wanted, he’d pull me back from the fall. I needed to jump. I wanted to fall. NOW.

“No, now, Diya. I’m the only one who can touch you like this, kiss that dirty mouth, drink your cum until…” He stopped, flicked his tongue against my clit before looking up, meeting my eyes with a smile.

“Fuck you.”

“Already doing that,” he said, his teeth grazing the inside of my thigh.

My body vibrated in pain and pleasure as I ran for release, but he was so good at stopping me just before I reached the end.