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“I know,” he chuckles, his lips kissing my ass. I whimper as he squats behind me and begins to kiss my cunt, licking me out slowly until I’m squirming. “I’m still working on it.”

“Ahhh!” His hand spanks my butt cheek again, and I realize he’s alternating sides. Is it possible to go numb if you don’t?

“So goddamned pretty.” The sound of his zipper sliding down and the whisper of the button on his pants coming free are music to my ears, and I glance over my shoulder to find him pulling his cock free.

I swallow my saliva as my mouth fills with it. His precum is sliding down his shaft, and he drags his pants down his thighs to give himself more room. He looks like a fucking treat.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckles. “The only place this is going is your wet cunt. I’ll blow all over your pretty face if I go anywhere near your mouth.”

My eyelids hood as Arran uses the mess of my arousal on my inner thighs to coat his cock, and I rest my head on my outstretched arm to wait for him to come to me. I’m a pillow princess today and every day for him. He squeezes my hips before guiding his cock to my entrance and thrusting in. It’s controlled and slow, keeping the bike still as he fucks me.

“You’re so tight,” he moans.

“I think that’s all you,” I gasp, feeling the stretch as my walls are forced to acclimate to his big dick. Everything about him is built in a way that makes people notice him.

He braces his arms on either side of me as he covers my body, careful to keep his weight off me. His hips fuck me in hard thrusts as he kisses my shoulder, and I can tell he’s going to attempt to carry a fucking conversation.

“As I was saying,” he drawls.

“Arran,” I keen, my hands clenching the same way that my pussy strangles his cock.

“Fuck, you’re such a brat,” he groans. “You want me to beat your pretty pussy up with my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” I gasp.

His hand wraps around in my braid and I freeze. “Noor. What is it?”

“The last time someone did that, they cut off my hair,” I mumble, forcing myself to relax. “I’m okay. You like my hair.”

“I fucking love your hair,” he says, kissing my temple and pulling my head back to kiss my lips. I let myself slip back into my unfocused, happy place, and I moan as his hips go back to making me lose my mind. Logic somehow saves me again, because I know this man won’t fucking hurt me. Trauma is a real bastard sometimes. “Can I ask Emil to kill them? Would that be terrible of me?”

The words are whispered against my skin as he releases my braid, and the moon shines down on us as she listens to our secrets. I’m silent as Arran pulls me closer to a release, and he easily lets the moment go as he adjusts his grip on my hips. He’s no longer laying on top of me, and I cry out as his thrusts become smoother and deeper.

“So pretty and relaxed,” he murmurs. “Stare at the ocean and let my dick get you there. I want to give you more birthday orgasms. I figured out what it is that I’m meant to give you.”

“Other than orgasms?” I sass, squealing when his hand spanks my ass.

“Other than those,” he growls, his hips pistoning perfectly to hit my cervix. The bite of pain and pleasure makes my toes curl, and I rise higher onto my toes as the sound of skin on skin grows louder. “I fucking love you. I love your cunt, your creativity, your goddamned kindness. Ugh, of course you won’t let Emil kill them.”

Amusement fills me despite the way tears flow down my cheeks as Arran scrambles my nerve endings.

“Please!” I scream, not knowing what I need. I sob at the loss of Arran’s cock when he pulls out, and he shushes me as he bundles me in his arms.

“So dramatic,” he whispers, pulling me back over his cock once I’m sitting in his lap. “I need to look into your eyes when I fill you with my cum, Noor. Ride my cock, baby. You won’t fall. I got you.”

Overstimulation happens during sex with big emotions sometimes. I just need a second to dial it back.

I loop my restrained wrists over his neck and kiss him as I bounce hard on his cock. I take what I want and I’m unapologetic about it. My body is sore, my pussy swollen, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get his cum for being a good fucking girl.

My lips slant over his as he holds me, and his groans rumble through my body. His hand presses against my back and stomach as I drop my head back, breathing hard as my body begins to tingle.

“Oh. Fuck. Yes, God!”

“I’m trying to cut down on delusions of grandeur,” he growls, kissing my neck as I smile. “Mmm. I love feeling my dick in your stomach. Keep bouncing, Noor. Scream my name next time if you can remember it.”

“Arran. Come with me,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back. Fuck. I am definitely going to pass out after this. “Don’t freak out, okay?”

“Thanks for the heads up,” he grunts. “Get there with me. I need you, Noor.”