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She thrashes about beneath me, but I don't let up. Instead, I do it over and over until her thighs look much like her breasts with my signature all over them.
"Bexley," she almost sobs, but I know it's not with pain. It's with desire; her pussy is so fucking slick for me.
"Ready?"
"Oh God, I don't—argh," she cries as I suck her clit into my mouth. "Holy shit," she screams, making me wonder if anyone is out in the communal areas listening to this.
I smile at the thought, because she's cried out my name enough for them to know it's not Kingsley dragging this much pleasure out of her.
Teasing her clit, I alternate between flicking her with the tip and gently licking over her with my tongue flattened.
Her hips lift from the bed as she seeks more, and her arms tug so hard on the scarf I've tied her with I wonder how she's still bound at all.
"More?" I growl against her, letting her feel the vibration of my voice.
"Yes, yes."
Lifting my hand, I circle her entrance with one finger, dipping inside her until my first knuckle, loving the feeling of her muscles trying to tug me deeper.
"Who do you belong to, little mouse?" I growl.
"Bexley," she cries as I sink my finger deep inside her tight pussy.
As good as hearing my name fall from her lips is, it’s not the answer I quite wanted.
"Who do you belong to, Mia?"
"You, Bexley. You."
"Right fucking answer."
I go back to her clit and suck hard as I slip another finger inside her and search out her g-spot.
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p; I know the second I find it because she cries out, her hips thrusting from the bed.
"Come for me, little mouse. Give me everything," I demand, and after two seconds she shatters.
"Bexley," she screams as she falls over the edge, her entire body quivering as pleasure surges through her.
Her juices run down my hand, and I drop lower to lap them all up, needing everything she can give me.
Fuck, this girl.
I don't release her until she's come back down, and when I sit up and look at her, I can't wipe the smile off my face.
She looks fucking perfect covered in my marks, covered in a sheen of sweat and her cheeks and neck flushed with pleasure.
My heart races and my mouth waters for more. My cock aches, straining against my zipper, desperate to sink deep inside her and make sure I brand myself on the inside as well as the out like I already have.
But as much as I might want to, today is not the day.
I have a feeling she's going to need another reminder of whom she really belongs to in the future.
"This isn't the end, little mouse," I say, crawling from the bed and taking a huge step back before I throw caution to the wind and take what I need.
"Bexley, no." She tries to sit up, but she can't with her hands bound to the headboard.
