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Her left hand goes to the left side of her bottoms and tugs the bow loose, causing the front to fall open. I don’t hesitate to do the same to the right side. No longer being held together, I drag the useless bottoms out from under her, revealing the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love a shaved pussy. No hair to block my view whatsoever.

I’m licking my fucking chops like a starved animal in the next instant. I want to eat her. Now.

I clasp her hips, about to lift her up to my mouth but Kota’s movements speed up. She’s getting off riding nothing when she could be getting off riding me.

My eyes flick back up to hers, gauging. Although she’s clearly the one in control here, she didn’t say I couldn’t contribute.

One hand still on her hip, feeling the muscles beneath her skin shift as she moves, I use the other one to gather the wetness around her entrance. At first, it’s only with two fingers, but then I think of my promise earlier and I add a third. Kota’s a small girl. She needs to be prepped for my cock.

A few drenched swirls to her clit, then I’m pushing between her pussy walls. One finger, two, then eventually, three. It’s a tight fit but her arousal helps.

I groan at the feel of her hot, wet cunt sucking my fingers with each rotation.

Abandoning my hold on her hip, I grip her shoulder and bring her down harder, again, imagining her on my cock instead.

“Kota.” It’s no longer a plea. It’s a fucking threat.

That left hand gets pressed to my mouth again. This time I don’t bother with pleasantries. I skip right to depravity, licking her palm as if it’s her pussy. I even use my teeth. I’m hungry and I’ll eat her any way I can get her.

On a moan, her top half slants forward.

Ravenous, I shake off her hand and snatch up her lips, devouring them the same way.

Every breath she gets is used to gasp out my name. It’s a full-on chant as I feel my own release building.

“Kota—”

“Shh.”

I’ve held my tongue as long as I possibly can but I’m at the edge of insanity, about to fall the fuck over. About to fucking jump because I can’t take another second of this torture.

“I’m gonna fucking die if I don’t fuck you right now.” It’s dramatic, even to my own ears, but I’m pretty damn sure it’s the truth. Everything in my body is telling me to bury myself in this girl this fucking second. It’s not a want. It is a need. She is a fucking need.

“You’re—You—Y—”

Both her hips and hand stutter out, then she’s pressing her lips together as she comes on my fingers.

That’s my silver lining.

“Perfection. Absolute fucking perfection,” I tell her between kisses to each of her shoulders before I untie her top and remove that, too.

Pausing, I take in the whole picture of her completely bared before me. Drops of pool water still dot her skin and her nipples are pebbled to stiff points. Her face is flushed, her clit is swollen, and every one of her abs tightens with each breath she takes. Honestly, perfection doesn’t even cover it.

God, I wish I was good enough to deserve her.

I lift her up and position her just above my cock. As soon as I lower her though, my shaft moves.

Damn it.

Kota reaches between us and guides the mushroom head into her sopping cunt, and I swear to God my soul leaves my body for a solid six seconds.

If I had any thoughts to spare, I’d use them to once again question those claims about Kota not taking charge enough.

Notched just inside her entrance, I bring Kota down slowly, giving her plenty of time to adjust to the fit.

About halfway in, she winces and freezes up.

“Khaos, it’s not—”