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Because as I said, I’m not scared anymore.

Not of a single thing in this world now.

But he puts his hands on mine and goes, “What do you think you’re doing?”

I blink up at him. “Giving you a blowjob.”

His abs twitch and hollow out under his shirt. “Why?”

“I told you. To make you feel better.”

His grip on me flexes. “And you think a twice-fucked, still practically a virgin girl crying over my dick is gonna make me feel better.”

“I won’t cry.”

His grip tightens even more as he dips his chin and says, “No, you won’t. You’ll fucking sob at my feet in about two point five seconds.”

“I’m not scared anymore.”

He leans down slightly, his eyes all fired up and lusty. “I don’t have the goddamn patience to teach you right now, Echo, all right? Or to console you like some sort of a good guy when you do end up drenching my monster with both your tears and your spit. So you take your cock-sucking mouth away from me or I’m gonna push past it and fucking choke you with the thing you’re so eager to suck on, okay?” He straightens up then. “I don’t need a good girl making me feel better right now.”

“Then I won’t be.”

“You won’t be what?”

“A good girl.”

“What?”

I swallow, inching closer to him, my tits grazing his thighs. “I’ll be the girl you want. The kind of girl you have a thing for. A wild girl. That’s what you told me, remember? So I’ll be that. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Because I’m yours. You made me yours. You came for me and I’m not going anywhere until you let me make you feel better. I’m not going anywhere until I fix this, your sickness.”

He takes me in, his gaze sweeping over my face. I hope I look eager to him.

I hope I look all kinds of hungry and ready to service him.

“A wild girl,” he rasps.

I nod, pressing my tits on his legs. “Yes.”

“You know another word for that, for wild girls?”

“Tell me.”

He bends down again, but this time he comes very close to my upturned face, his hand reaching out and grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me up further.

“A slut,” he whispers and licks my mouth, making me want to lick his. “A wanton.” He licks me again and this time, I do manage to catch his tongue with mine. “A harlot,” another lick of our tongues, “a strumpet, a fucking whore,” a lick and a suck. “You wanna be my fucking whore, Echo?”

“Yes.”

His eyes go mean and glint. “You know what whores do, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“They suck dicks for a reward.” I lick his mouth again. “Which means I already am your whore. Because I want it. I want my reward. I want you to give me a pearl necklace.”

His features move and ripple with things.

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