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Confused, exhausted, and horny as fuck, I allowed it to continue for as long as I could.

“Gag on that big dick,” he growled. “And get those big titties out and squeeze ‘em.”

As soon as I realized what he’d said, I fumbled to unbutton my top.

“Listen to me, you dirty little slut.” His hand gripped my neck. “I told you to squeeze those big titties.”

Oh God.

Yes.

With my neck clenched firmly in his hand, he forced his hips against my face, and then ripped my top open. As the buttons scattered across the floor, I yanked my bra down and immediately began fumbling with my hard nipples.

With my head reeling from lack of oxygen, and my pussy on fire, I squeezed my nipples and pulled on my titties.

I was on the verge of a sexual meltdown.

He pulled himself from my mouth.

I gulped a breath, and then another.

I looked up.

He must have seen it in my eyes.

With his eyes locked on mine and the web of his hand beneath my chin, he lifted me to my feet.

My face was sloppy from his assault of my mouth.

He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me savagely.

Oh, God.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

His mouth was mashed against mine. Our tongues intertwined.

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “Bend over and show me that little pussy.”

Telling his blue eyes no would have been impossible. When it came to Smokey, however, I was afraid the word no would never pass my lips.

My head was spinning. I stumbled to the edge of the couch, hiked my skirt over my hips and spread my feet wide.

“Take it,” I breathed. “It’s yours.”

The pressure of his fingers being shoved inside me caused me to gulp a breath.

“God damned right it is,” he said. “My pussy.”

My eyes fell closed at the thought of him taking possession of me. “Yours.”

He worked his fingers in and out of my wetness, the palm of his hand tapping my swollen nub with each stroke.

“Mine,” he growled.