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“Now, tell me. Who makes you horny?” I pause, holding the fabric taut, but she’s so needy, she can’t stop moving her clit against it.

“My sex toys,” she says, knowing her answer is playing with fire.

For that remark, I rip her panties down her legs and toss them aside.

But my kitten doesn’t shy away. No, she spreads her thighs wider in invitation, trying to entice me.

“Are you hungry?” she asks, teasing.

“You’re goddamned right I am,” I growl and quickly shrug out of my shirt. It only makes the brat giggle more, which releases something feral in me.

For that, I grab her ankle and toss it over my shoulder, then do the same with her other ankle. With her legs folded over my back, I lower myself with her heels scraping past my shoulder blades, making it hurt so damn good.

Arms locked around her thighs, I nuzzle my nose into Sophia’s short curls. She writhes again, but this time, she searches desperately to make our connection. I don’t let us meet. Not yet. I breathe heat over her center, torturing her with my nearness. She mews with need, but she still hasn’t given me the answer I want.

“Are you ready to tell me?” I snarl.

“Remind me. Remind me.” She fists her fingers into my hair and tugs.

With her so near, I can’t help myself. I dive into her, licking, sucking, nudging, scraping my scruff, making sure she feels every savage sensation until she’s on the edge, and then and only then, I break away.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She lifts her head to plead.

“Who the fuck makes you horny?”

My gaze links with hers as I slide my hands under her sundress and beneath her bra and release her breasts. I lightly pinch her nipples, and her body trembles as if she can’t control it. Until she remembers, she can retaliate. With a little pressure, she digs her heels into my back. Now I cry out.

We are locked in the showdown of power and play. She needs this release, and I need her to claim me as the man who gets her off.

“You want me to wreck this pussy? Tell me you want me to make you feel good.” I rub my scruff over her mons.

“Wreck it. Make me come,” she begs, nodding.

Her eyes roll back in her head, appearing delirious with want. When my lips accidentally connect with her clit, she cries out, making me think she’s ready. Thank fuck, because I’m ready to give her everything.

“Say it,” I ask one last time.

“You make me so fucking horny, I want to scream,” she finally chokes out.

“Then scream, kitten.”

I clunch her thighs and dive back in. This time, though, I obliterate her clit. Sophia bucks into my face, taking more, until her center trembles against my lips. As she moans my name, I taste her delicious release on my tongue.

“Oh God, oh yes,” she hisses.

But I’m not done, not yet.

I kneel back and flip her over like a rag doll and drag her ass to my face until she’s on all fours. When I dive in to eat her pussy from behind, she screams my name again. As my tongue circles and spears her entrance, she quakes beneath my mouth a second time.

She tries to wiggle away, like the sensation is too much, but I won’t let her go. I’m holding her hips like handles, just like I promised her I would. Her heels dig into my chest, but they might as well be stakes driving into my heart, claiming ownership.

Fucking make me yours, kitten.

I wipe my face with every drop of her, and I don’t stop until she’s putty in my hands. I roll her over and pepper her trembling thighs with kisses, then settle my body on top of hers and finally kiss her lips.

“Didn’t you say something about wanting me to smother your kitten earlier?” I say into her neck.

She giggles and opens one eye from her relaxed state. “Smothering me with kittens and smothering my kitten are two entirely different things.”