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She licked her lips. The hunger radiating off him sent her blood to the boiling point. Drawing out her movements, she dipped her fingers into the lacy barrier. His nostrils flared. She took pleasure from the strain in his eyes as he tried to make out what hid under her fingers. She abandoned her breast with a sigh, removing the tattered shirt and letting it fall to the floor.

Her body came alive under his attention. His lust was palpable, carnal. She fed off it. It emboldened her and made her feel wild.

A growl erupted from his throat when her thumbs dropped to her waistband.

“Careful, Mila.” His voice was thick. “These games can get … unpredictable.”

“This is hardly a game,” she said, dropping her skirt and letting the soft fabric pool around her ankles. “This is your punishment.” She unhooked her bra, the cold air stiffening her already hard peaks. “Or your redemption. That all depends on you.” Her panties were next.

“You’re going to kill me.” His voice was rough and guttural, but she didn’t miss the pleased look in his darkening eyes.

She felt powerful, standing in the center of the room, bare and waiting for him to submit. She knew he could smell her longing, see it coating the inside of her thighs. His eyes flashed, trailing her movements as she made her way to the edge of the bed and sat back. “You have five minutes to convince me of how sorry you are.” She picked up her phone, flashing the timer lazily as her finger hovered over the screen.

“And when I succeed?” he said darkly.

“I’m yours.” She spread her legs, his eyes snapping to her hot, wet center. “Now, get on your knees and hold out your tongue like a good boy.”

She hit the start button.

Cyrus closed the distance at an inhuman speed, dropping before her like a starving man. He captured the back of her thighs, yanking them apart and propping them over his wide shoulders. Any civility he had maintained was stripped away as he brought his face to her juncture and inhaled.

His chest vibrated, the room filling with his possessive growl. The flat of his tongue pushed between her folds. His tongue was hot and heavy, licking her from her ass to her clit in long, vigorous strokes. Mila bit down a moan as he hooked his arms around the base of her thighs, his strong arms caging her in.

Cyrus passionately kissed her swollen lips, circling his tongue around her clit. “Mmm … I could eat your pussy all day.”

Mila opened her legs wider. “Fuck…” It came out like a plea.

She kept herself perched on her elbows as she watched Cyrus devour her. His mouth became an inferno, his tongue flicking faster across her bud. He sucked and teased her throbbing bundle of nerves in an endless stream of stimulation. Her walls clenched as his beard scratched against her core. She needed more. So much more. She panted, lost between the sight of his enjoyment as he lapped at her pussy and the need to grind against his face.

It took all the strength inside her to glance at the timer. Three minutes and fifteen seconds left.

She wasn’t going to make it.

A sharp sting caused her to gasp, dropping the phone, as Cyrus simultaneously bit her clit and thrust two fingers inside her.

“Oh … God! That … feels …” She was cut off as pressure built by her ass.

A foreign heat opened a floodgate of erotism she didn’t know existed. The invasion made her want to both pull away and move closer at the same time. His thumb pressed against her opening, teasing the tight, puckering hole. Her muscles tightened with her legs shaking.

Cyrus mercilessly fucked her pussy with his fingers, pressing hard on her back hole with his thumb until it barely crossed her entrance. She cried out, the feeling almost too much.

Cyrus looked up, holding her gaze. His eyes were heavy with bliss as he drove her to the edge. He sucked her clit with a moan as if it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

She exploded.

Her back arched, an orgasm milking her as she came on his face. His beard glistened with her release. A string of unintelligible sounds left her lips. He licked her juices clean, placing a chaste kiss on her core and the inside of her thighs before standing. Her hips buckled involuntarily at the loss of his attention.

Before she could catch her breath, he stood over her. The muscles of his bare chest constricted deliciously with his movements as he dropped his pants. His engorged cock jutted out, thick and long. Moisture pooled between her legs, and she bit her bottom lip.

“My turn.” Cyrus grabbed her, lifting her and directing her in front of him so she faced the mirror.

The heat of his chest seared her back as his strong fingers traced a trail from her neck to the center of her breasts. His dick pressed between her ass cheeks, and he rocked his hips. Her face heated as she watched herself lean into the thrill of his touch.

He sat back on the bed, guiding her with a hand on her hip. “You’re mine.”

He slammed her down, entering her in one hard thrust.

She cried out as he grunted. Cyrus put his leg between hers and spread them apart, exposing the point where their bodies met.

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