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After a minute of silence, she admits, “I don’t know how.”

Because Guy never let her get a fucking word in. Motherfucker probably yapped all during sex, too.

“You don’t have to say anything, Silver. Just do what you want.”

“You’re sitting too far away for that.”

As my eyes lift to hers, I smirk. This is already difficult without her saying shit like that.

“Forget about me. Focus on yourself.”

“I wish I could but…” She sighs as she sinks two fingers into her pussy. “You’re kind of unforgettable.”

Jesus. I thought it was hard to breathe before but now…it’s impossible.

“Even in my sleep, you’re there.”

Those fingers are glossy when she withdraws them.

I don’t want to be like him and talk needlessly, but a groan escapes me at the sight of Kota using her own juices to circle her clit.

I’ve never seen a female play with herself in person. Kota’s not exaggerating like they do in the films I’ve watched. She’s slow with her movements even though I know she’s well-acquainted with that tight-ass body. She never would’ve gotten herself to that four-orgasm record if she wasn’t.

“Khaos,” she moans with a back arch.

My gaze flicks between her parted lips and her rotating hand. My name—she said my name. She’s picturing my fingers on her cunt right now.

Tell me to, Kota, and I’ll take over.

No. I can’t. She’s still under the influence and I promised I’d wait until she’s not.

I grip the armrests ’til my joints ache.

I fucking can’t.

But I want to. I want to drink every drop off her glistening pussy, then the noises coming from her mouth. I don’t just want a taste of Kota Rhodes. I want to consume her.

Faster and faster, her fingers massage her clit in a mesmerizing pace. In my mouth, I do the same thing with my tongue, practicing for next time I eat Kota out. I did a lot of sucking before. Now that I know she likes friction and rhythm, I’ll give her that. Whatever she wants, it’s hers.

Sharp inhales fill the room as Kota covers her hand with the other. Pressing her thighs together, her body begins to shake.

The urge to growl at her burns my throat. She’s about to come and she’s obstructing my view.

I switch to watching her face instead. Cheeks ablaze, eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open, she’s a vision. One I hope I never forget.

All noise and movement stop, and without feeling that pussy for myself, I can only assume she’s mid-O.

I wait until her body collapses onto the mattress to release my grip on the chair. Her eyes are still closed but now her mouth is, too. Her arms lie limp down her torso, still partly covering what has to be a very sensitive pussy.

Standing, I walk over to her bedside, inhaling with every step I take. That I know I won’t forget. Kota’s arousal is so sweet it makes my mouth water.

“Did that feel good?” I ask before grabbing her right hand and bringing it up to my mouth.

“Mm-hm.”

I lick, then suck each finger until there’s no trace of her cum left.

“That feels good, too,” she murmurs without so much as cracking an eye.