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“Yes! Touch me there.”

“Ree,” Tate growled.

“Now,” I demanded.

I could be a bossy shit too. Especially in bed.

And I loved ass play. I was vers but I preferred to bottom.

Tate tapped my hole, then gently pushed that spit-slicked finger inside, and I pushed back, eagerly taking him in. The fine line between pleasure and pain was heady, and I wanted it, I needed it.

“More. Finger fuck me like this. I love it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tate panted, his face flushed. “Next time it’s going to be my cock. I’m gonna fuck this perfect ass of yours. Fill you with my cum so every time you move on set, you know: you’re mine. You belong only to me.”

“Yes!” I shouted, Tate’s words making my dick jerk and my asshole clench hard.

I swiveled my hips back and forth, chasing the pleasure in my ass, on my dick, not knowing which I wanted more.

I wanted it all.

“I’m so close,” Tate bit out. “Baby, you have to come for me. I need you to come.”

I lost all control at his raspy demand, my body locking up tight.

I shattered, coming hard in a heated rush. The pleasure was so intense that I was shaking, rocking my hips back and forth as I shot my load all over Tate’s hand, his stomach, his cock, my asshole clenching tight around his finger.

What would it be like next time when I finally had his cock in my ass? I shivered at the thought, not sure I’d survive another orgasm like this one.

Tate lost all rhythm as he moaned my name and came undone. He was so fucking beautiful like this; head thrown back, face flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, his cum joining mine.

I couldn’t stop staring at Tate.

His eyes locked on mine, looking at me like he couldn’t quite believe what just happened.

“Neither can I,” I panted as I shook my head. “Neither can I.”

Tate nodded.

He knew exactly what I meant.

CHAPTER 22

TATE

Reed and I were sweating, panting, unable to move.

Unable to let go of each other.

Even though we both blew our loads, the air was still thick with tension, with the primal urge to fuck.

I couldn’t look away and he was the same. Taking in every fucking detail. Like we couldn’t quite believe what just happened.

I took in his full, pink lips, and licked my own, tasting the two of us.

His green eyes were bright, feverish.

His cheeks and neck, normally so smooth and pale, were now covered in my beard burn.

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