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His black hair was wet and disheveled, and his blue eyes were still half-lidded.

All Butters could do was stare at the hard outlines of his muscles, at the way his shoulders were so broad, at how his pecs were so defined.

His abdomen was rippled from his six-pack and framed by that V of muscle. And then there were his hard, bulging biceps and the colorful and dark ink that covered every inch of him that she could see.

She swallowed the hard lump in her throat and saw that he looked the epitome of controlled and dominating. This time felt different. This wasn’t about his need to control her, to fuck her because he’d gotten her out of her brother’s debt.

This was about him claiming her as his own, and it felt incredible, made everything more heightened.

He took a step closer to her, and she lowered her gaze to his erection. He was close enough to her again that when he finally reached out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, he didn’t have to lean in to kiss her.

But that soft, slow kiss started to become frantic, hard, and almost violent in its eroticism.

He cupped her breasts, clenching and unclenching the mounds through the material of her bra, and in the next instant, he had it pulled from her.

She felt the tug of the elastic and underwire on her flesh as he ripped it from her and heard the sound of fabric rending.

Her jeans and panties were next to go, and then they were pressed together naked, his cock hard on her belly, his piercings warming with each passing second as they rubbed on her overheated flesh. The tip of his dick was slickened with his pre-cum.

He grasped her breasts, almost painfully so, squeezing and releasing her flesh. He then slid those hands down her sides, moving one to grab her ass and the other to cup her pussy.

A gasp left her when he speared his fingers through her soaked folds, and the gruff sound he made had her heart beating faster.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured against her throat as he continued to move his fingers up and down.

He teased her for several more seconds, rubbing her clit every time he stroked up her cleft, teasing her hole on every downstroke, and leaving her so thoroughly on edge that she was ready to beg him to fuck her.

He removed his hand, brought it up to his mouth, and smeared her wetness, which was clearly visible on the digits, across his lips.

He made her taste herself on him, almost demanding she surrender as he gripped her hair behind her head and tugged at the strands. She stroked his tongue with hers and moaned at the musky flavor of her wetness on his lips.

And with one last drag across her soft lips, Mayhem stepped away only long enough to grab a condom from his wallet tucked in the back pocket of his jeans on the floor and slide it on.

At least, he was coherent enough to think rationally and use protection.

He gripped the cheeks of her ass in a painful hold and lifted her with a strength that made her feel petite and small.

Mouth parting on its own when she felt his length press to her slit, Butters wrapped her arms around his neck, thrust her breasts against the hardness of his chest, and was now the one brutally kissing him.

It was like a floodgate was opened, and all of her passion, desire, and need for Mayhem came bursting through.

Never breaking the kiss, Mayhem lifted her into his arms, grabbed his cock, and placed the tip at her entrance. With her legs now wrapped around his waist and her back pinned to the wall, he was able to thrust into her in one fluid, savage motion.

Butters had to stop the kiss and gasped at the feel of being stretched so fully by him. When he started thrusting in powerful strokes, Butters knew she would come within minutes.

“Christ, baby,” he panted against the side of her neck and never stopped pumping in and out of her. “Yeah. That’s it, baby. That is so fucking it. Squeeze that pussy around my cock. Suck that cum from me.” He grunted and groaned against her.

Their flesh was already becoming slick with their combined sweat, and she held on to his shoulders tighter as he became frantic in his motions.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” He scraped his teeth along her neck, and a shiver worked its way through her whole body before taking root in her clit.

Every time he thrust into her, the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves and had her silently crying out.


“So good. You’re so fucking tight and hot and so damn wet for me.” He took control of her mouth with his once more, but this time, it was a sloppy, heated, and almost angry kiss.

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