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“I’ve known that I’d always be yours since before I even knew what love was. I have waited for you to realize that I will always be here for you and Tillie. I had time on my hands and thought, well, I’d practice with some, um, dildos.” The last words come out in a rush, his mouth hanging out with a grunt as I slip my fingers fully into his ass in one thrust.
“You’ve prepared this ass for my cock one day... Did you know the whole time that I’m completely yours?” My tone comes out adoring, opposite of how hard I’m pounding his ass with my cum-covered fingers and the tight grasp I have on his weeping cock.
“Always. I just waited for you to come around when you were ready.” He chokes out on a gasp.
“Such a good boy. Do you deserve an award, you think?” I question as I kneel down on one leg and lightly skim my lips over the red marks of my handprint on his ass.
It’s a masterpiece.
He’s lost. I lose him as bliss overcomes his expression, his moans growing louder and louder as I pick up the speed of both of my hands. He fucks my fist back, hips thrusting forward as he hangs his head forward with a heavy exhale and moves faster when I rub my fingers inside his ass over the spot that’s going to make him see stars. When he doesn’t answer me, I open my mouth and bite right over the bright red of his left asscheek. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was expecting a different response the moment I sank my teeth into him.
Maybe a yelp. Whimpering. Swearing… But who am I kidding? This is Tey.
His asshole clenches my fingers until I can barely feel them. His body shudders and stickiness covers my other hand as cum jerks out of his cock in white ropes that cover the bedding. I stand back up, leaning to the side, to see the mess he made. I’m almost tempted to command him to lick it all up, but seeing his fists closed tightly on the comforter and his arms shaking as he tries to push himself up, I change my mind. Glancing down, I shake my head to clear my head and silently talk to my cock to stay down. I need to give my Tey some love and aftercare.
I smooth my hand up and down his back, watching his shoulder muscles shift with each inhalation and exhalation until his breathing returns to normal and he slowly stands to his full height. Turning towards me, his blue eyes look deep and dark, like the ocean in the moonlight. The blissed-out expression, relaxed smile, and rapid blinking have me smirking.
“Good reward?” I whisper, grabbing the back of his neck and leaning him forward until his forehead rests against mine.
Rolling my head along his, I breathe him in and lightly place my mouth on his plump lips. He kisses me back just as gently, his lips curving at the corner the longer we stand there, not saying anything.
“I think you're right. I’m pretty sure the future holds punishment for Tillie and me. I can see your hand already twitching. Maybe I’ll get a tattoo of your handprint on my ass.” He sighs again, almost dreamily.
I chuckle and pull away, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bathroom so I can clean us from head to toe while showing him how much I love him with my touch.
“No need, love. Your ass will be red for the rest of your days. I’m pretty sure the outline of the shape of my palm will never fade with how much the two of you get into trouble.” I shake my head in exasperation, pretending that it’s a huge burden when, in reality, my hand really is twitching to mark him all over again.
“Oh no. How horrible. However, will Tillie and I survive?" he says dramatically, chuckling in delight.
“Brat,” I mumble, but I can’t contain my grin.
Tillie
Ican hear soft jazz music playing the moment we step into Franco’s house. It might be French jazz, with a low and husky voice singing. It’s the type of music that is meant to create a calming environment for everyone to relax, have wine with friends and family, and make memories with laughter.
It instantly puts me on edge, leaving goosebumps to appear on my arms as soon as the door shuts behind us. The sound of the lock clicking shut makes me jump. I have the strongest urge to run. It’s something I can’t control; it’s as if my body is saying, Fuck this shit. Flee before you end up with a bullet in your forehead.
“Hey. Look at me.” Logan’s voice is like warm, dripping syrup as he grasps my chin and makes me look up at him. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Protectiveness gleams in his honey eyes, a promise that can go unspoken: I’m safe with him, no matter what.
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you either. Both of you,” I whisper, straightening my spine as I feel Dom glide up to my side and watch him pull a handkerchief out of hispocket to wipe blood precisely away from his fingers with a pleased grin adorning his face.
“Have fun?” I ask Dom with a raised brow as I look pointedly at his bloody hands.
“Yes. I could always go another round with Franco’s men. It’s really a shame how easy they are to kill. I stabbed one of the men with a neat plunge to the throat, and the other hired help dropped his gun and ran for the gates without alerting anyone that I was on the property. The security measures make me break out in hives.” Dom fakes a shiver and trails his fingers down my back as he guides me into the house.
He does have a point, though. It was stupid easy how he got rid of men roaming the grounds on the property. We pulled in through the gate in Logan’s car, and Dom slipped out the back door as the car was still moving. He disappeared into the shadows so easily and took out five men like it was a walk in the park for him.
Logan snorts under his breath and rolls his eyes at Dom just as he passes us. So he takes the lead, and Dom trails behind us. I know they are silently protecting me from all sides, and that alone warms my heart.
I really do have nothing to fear.
The sound of my heels click against the tile floors as we walk past the living room and kitchen. I can hear Diana laughing at something and another male voice I don’t recognize. Logan calmly enters the dining room, a step ahead of us, with confidence in the way he gracefully walks with his broad shoulders straight as if everyone else is beneath him.
“Son. Nice of you to join us." I can practically hear Franco’s teeth grinding together in anger; we are only five minutes late.
It takes time to kill anyone; he’s lucky we haven’t arrivedlater than we have. He doesn’t need to get his panties in a twist; he should know it takes time and patience to eliminate the enemy. I know for a fact that Franco’s hands are stained red no matter how hard he scrubs his hands in hot water.
