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“Sometimes.”

“All the time.” We fuck at least once a day. Except for the three days she was on her period. Only because she didn’t want to. I was still down.

“Still doesn’t mean I belong to you.”

“Try again, Silver.”

Her shrug pisses me off.

“I don’t.”

Those words do, too.

“Everything about you belongs to me, including…” Both hands on her hips, I pull her down, impaling her. “This pussy,” is hissed against her lips.

“This one?”

Locking up those pussy muscles, she chokes the fuck out of my cock as she rocks her hips over mine, not letting up an inch.

Speech robbed, I have to resort to nodding.

“This is yours?”

“Mine.”

After tearing the sweater over her head, I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her to me harder, making the ride rougher.

Fuck.

My.

Cock.

“I’m yours?”

“All mine. Only mine. Always mine.”

I kiss her, biting her bottom lip until I taste blood, barely restraining myself from consuming her whole. Jesus fucking Christ I can’t get enough of her.

“That makes me your girlfriend.”

How the hell… The math… Right now, when we’re…

Kota increases her speed on her own.

Yeah. Yeah, right now.

I knew she’d pull this shit again. I just didn’t expect it to be so soon after the last big ask.

I don’t care. She can use sex to get what she wants from me. With or without sex—hell, with or without words—I’d give Kota my soul.

We fuck in silence for another minute, our bodies doing all the talking.

“Khaos?”

Even though it feels cheesy as hell, I say, “You mean boyfriend?”

She lights up like the Rockefeller tree in December, then our mouths do a bit of their own fucking.