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Aspen shakes her head, but I can see the desire trickling into her eyes. She wants me to fuck her, wants me to make her come.
“We can’t. You can’t…” Her gaze moves to something behind us.
No, not something. Someone.Vito.She’s watching him, probably worried about what he thinks about us.
Little does she know, this entire charade is to prove to him she’s mine, completely, every inch, every tear, every single smile or moan; it all belongs to me. She might have kissed him, but she did it in a fit of rage. He means nothing to her, and I’m going to slap him in the face with that truth right now.
Trailing my fingers up her thigh, I notice the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the way her pulse flutters at the side of her throat. Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, and I’m tempted to take that lip of hers between my teeth and bite it.
But kissing is intimate, and I don’t want Aspen to get the wrong idea. We aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re enemies. I pause when I reach the inseam of her leggings. Her hot core beckons me forward, and I rub gently along the seam, smirking when she startles because I know she is enjoying this way more than she’s letting on.
“He’s watching us,” she whispers, trepidation lacing her words.
I lean into her, my lips just below her ear. “Let him. Let him watch how you come apart just for me. I want him to know who you belong to. Who this pussy belongs to.”
Aspen grunts but doesn’t stop me. In fact, she spreads her legs a little wider, and I take that as an invitation. Moving higher, I reach the waistband of her leggings, and thank god, they’re stretchy. I’m not sure I’d be able to do this if she were wearing jeans.
Slipping inside her pants, my fingers graze the top of her cotton panties. So fucking innocent and pure. It’s a shame that I’ve dirtied her up. I move beneath them and nearly groan when my fingers contact the top of her mound.
She’s always well-manicured, leaving a little strip of hair down the middle. My mouth waters, and I’m truly tempted to fuck her rather than finger her. I want to be inside her so badly. Pre-cum beads at the tip of my cock, and I can feel myself growing thicker with every second.
We both let out a sigh when my fingers slide between her folds. I’m not surprised to find her wet. The idea of being watched, of someone seeing us, turns her on.
Leaning forward, she buries her face in my chest. I force myself to move slowly, drawing circles over her clit. It doesn’t take long for her to arch into me, her body knowing what she needs from me.
She’s slippery wet, and I move from her clit to her entrance, sinking two fingers inside her.
“Fuck, Aspen. You’re so tight and perfect.” I move faster, fucking her with my fingers while wishing it were my cock. “All mine. You’re all mine. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me who you belong to, who this pussy belongs to.”
She lets out a low groan. “Don’t… don’t do this in front of him.”
I press against her harder. The friction of our bodies is exactly what she needs. “Shhh, I already am. Now, tell me who you belong to, or I won’t let you come.”
“Quinton…” she whimpers, pulling back.
Her hazel eyes are darker and brimmed with arousal. I can tell she wants to come, but she doesn’t want to admit the truth.
I slow my strokes, and she claws at my shirt, her nails sinking into my skin through the fabric of my cotton tee. Fuck, I love her claws.
“Say it,” I growl, the words coming from deep within my chest. I can only imagine what Vito is thinking. If he’s smart and values his life, I’m sure he’s left by now.
“You. It belongs to you.”
“What does?” I up my pace once more and fuck her hard with my fingers.
Her lip trembles, and her eyes become hazy. Fuck, she’s close to coming. I know that look. I’ve seen her wear it.
“Me. My pussy. You own me.”
“Even if it’s the only thing we ever agree on, I’m glad you know it’s me who owns your body.”
Satisfied with her confession, I choose to take mercy on her. Using my thumb, I apply the perfect amount of pressure to her clit. It doesn’t take but a few strokes for her to ignite, bursting into flames. We might be like fire and ice, but we detonate when we come together. Her channel squeezes me tight, her walls fluttering as an orgasm rips its way through her. I hold on to her, keeping her upright as I watch her float back down to reality.
After a few moments, I gently ease out of her, sliding my fingers through her sensitive folds, eliciting a wince from her lips.
As soon as my hand is free, I bring those same fingers that were just inside her to my lips and suck the sweet nectar off them. My eyelids flutter closed, and this fucked up euphoria surrounds me.
Her taste explodes against my tongue, and I need more, want more. I’m starving, and there is nothing that can curb my hunger.
