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The way he filled her.

So much.

And then he just fucked her.

Brutal, and fast. Wild, and unrestrained.

Every stroke of his cock inside her pussy, and each beat of his hips into her ass sent her flying closer and closer to another release. All those dirty words and wicked promises spilling from him behind her aided the need on.

Take that cock, baby, and fuck, you look so good like this, and wait ‘til you taste your come straight from my fucking dick, huh?

Was it any surprise that she was flying high again before she even knew it was happening? It was uncontainable—the orgasm coming on swift, and there was no controlling it.

She had never felt higher.

Never been so happily used.

“Fuck, let me do that again,” Beni said, bending down to kiss a sweet path up her spine, his hips slowing against hers as the aftershocks of that orgasm started to slow. He hadn’t even come yet. “Love you, huh?”

Didn’t he know?

She had never loved someone more.

August turned her cheek to the side against the back of the couch, feeling his lips glide along her cheekbone as he started a slow, steady fucking her. He kissed her again, saying, “Yeah, damn I love you.”

His next thrusts came harder.

She arched into him.

“Come,” she breathed.

He groaned against her cheek. “Say it.”

A little deeper, then, with his strokes.

“Come on, Beni, come.”

“Say it to me.”

Fast again, taking her breath away.

His hands flexed on her hips.

“Love you,” she whispered.

She got to say it, and feel him come.

That was her new favorite thing.

She decided.

The switchblade Beni liked to keep in his pocket was a good tool to play with when bored, and he needed to fidget. He could still hear his father’s warning in the back of his mind whenever he toyed with a blade—don’t play with knives, Beni, that’s how people get cut.

There was something about a knife, though.

He liked it more than a gun.

Sitting on a chair that he’d placed in the middle of the cracked cement floor of a warehouse, Beni used the tip of that very sharp knife to edge along the tips of his fingernails. It shaved them down in the smallest strips, a testament to how sharp the blade was, and his sharpening skills.