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“Good girl,” he praised, resting one hand on my hip to guide me downwards, and then I was impaling myself on him. His groan was just another caress to my senses. “That’s my girl. You’re going to ride me until you make yourself come…”
Half-drunk on the softness in his voice, I met his gaze.
“Play with those breasts for me,” he instructed. “Pinch your nipples then tease them again. Show me what you like…”
The earlier shyness came back. Was I truly rolling my hips, adding that twist to feel his cock inside me? Could I be so hedonistic as to play with myself…
There was a gentle pinch on my ass. “Now, Little Bit. Show me what you like, make yourself come. I want to feel you milking me. I want you to take every bit of pleasure I can give you…”
I cupped my breasts, rolling and squeezing the nipples. He watched as I met his thrusts. He was thick, but his length seemed to reach deeper into me. Every downward thrust felt like he was going to connect our pelvic bones and lock us together.
Head back, I kept massaging my breasts as he slid two fingers against my clit. The stimulation was almost too much and a little whimper escaped me.
“That’s my girl. Let go…you can take this. I know you can. Look at how gorgeous you are. So goddamn sweet, taking my cock like you were made for it. Come here, Little Bit. Let me suck on those tits for you…”
He didn’t have to ask again. I stretched over him, and he pushed up, locking his lips around one nipple. Then the other. The little spurts of pleasure increased with every stroke of his cock. Dragging his head back, he sat up fully and then his mouth fused with mine.
Wanting him—needing him—I increased the pace and his arms wrapped around me as he thrust up to meet me. He wasn’t quite hitting my cervix, but holy shit, it was so close. The change in angle ground my clit against him, and then he was sucking on my tongue as the pleasure exploded outward. I cried against his lips as I came.
Fisting my hair, he tilted my head back, kissing a path along my throat. The whole time, he whispered a litany of praise.
“So, fucking beautiful. Strong. God, I love the way your pussy feels around me. These breasts are perfect. I want to suck on them until the only thing you feel is me. Do you know what you do to me, Little Bit? How much I want you?”
His grunts punctuated them and his voice broke when his orgasm burst. The liquid heat spurting into me prompted another needy little moan.
“Love you,” he said, the declaration binding me up body and soul. “Love you so much, Little Bit.” This time when I cupped his face and his lips met mine, the kiss held the same urgency, yet there was a far more seductive element present. “My bliss and my blessing,” he whispered. “Mine.”
Fuck yes, I was his. It did something to me to be claimed by them. To feel the brand of their affection settling into all the cracked and splintered places in my soul. They were taping it up, sealing them closed.
Was I broken? Yes.
I pulled my head up to meet his gaze, panting and unable to get my breath back. I was absolutely shattered and in a thousand pieces.
These men…my men, my vandals, they put me back together again. They showed me over and over again—broken wasn’t bad.
“I love you.” It was as much a promise to him as to myself. For Mickey was broken too. We all were. When I nuzzled a kiss to his lips, he opened to me and then we collapsed together, still shaking as he devoured my mouth—maybe trying to consume all the emotion we were sharing.
Perhaps he was just pouring it into me. The cum was slippery where we were still joined, and I bumped my hips to his. His groan answered my own.
“I love you,” I repeated, not that I needed the words. I wanted them. I wanted him to know.
“My little bit,” he whispered in between the kisses. “The things I want to do to you… to do with you.”
“Yes,” I answered. “Anything.”
And I meant it. For them? For him?
Anything.
CHAPTER21
ROME
It was weird that I could keep playing without putting coins in. Apparently, Vegas had long since upgraded their slots and similar games. You just needed a card loaded with your cash and you could play forever.
Other than wasting money, it gave me something to do. Movement to my left was one of Doc’s friends taking a seat. Alphabet. I wasn’t sure about the names, but I didn’t necessarily care. If that was what they wanted to be called, it didn’t matter.
“No sign of him?” He slotted his own card and hit the button to play.
