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For the good girls who like to dance in the dark while being watched by the devil.
I debated telling him the truth, because I think he’d believe me. But then again, my dad didn’t, so it isn’t worth the risk.
“If I disgust you so much, then why are you hard?”
I’d quietly opened the door and ushered my dogs in with her, because I knew no one would try to slide into the room if they were there. Plus, irritatingly, Milo and Hopper missed her.
No one fucks Stacey and gets away with it. I can’t have her, but nobody else will.
Stacey laughs at something Tylar said. She’s not even funny.
I’d fuck Dez though, but don’t tell him I said that.”
She’s called me every name under the sun, and it makes my day ten times better.
I think I’m going to pass out.
“We can pretend if you want. I know you’d rather be doing this with anyone else. I won’t be offended. Really.” Well I’m fucking offended.
Stacey Rhodes tastes fucking divine. Addictive.
“Rock your hips into my cock, Freckles,” he whispers quietly, and I nearly whimper. “I fucking dare you.”
ear, I move my hand from his chest and slide it up to his neck as I roll my hips, grinding against the underside of his thick length.
“Do you remember how to scream my name?”
“Ride my fingers, you little slut. Just like you used to.”
“You won’t let anyone harm you – do you understand me?”
“When I find out who hurt you, I’m going to fucking destroy them. I’ll make sure to bleed them dry then fuck you next to their corpse. You got that?”
“Words, Stacey.” He slaps my clit and I cry. “Give me fucking words.”
I need to hear you screaming my name.”
“I want you to sit on my face.” He yanks me up to his mouth, and I catch myself on the bedframe. “Suffocate me with this pussy.”
He strokes himself with his free hand, groaning against my needy cunt and alternating between fingering and tonguing my entrance,
“Louder. Grip my fingers with your soaking cunt and scream my fucking name like the dirty little whore you are.”
“Louder.”
Rule one: Stay away from your toxic ex-girlfriend. Rule two: Don’t unblock her number. Rule three: If you’re both in the same room, don’t fucking look at her – it’s a trap. Rule four: Under no circumstances will you have any sexual interactions with her. Rule five: Never forgive Stacey Rhodes.
Her tits are bouncing as she moves against my mouth, thighs tightly bracketing my head as she rides my face, and her taste on my tongue has me eating her out like a starved man.
“I can’t,” she breathes. “It’s too much.”
“Another,” I order, hand coming between us to rub circles on her clit. “One more, Freckles, then I’ll fuck you.”
I’ll pound her so hard and fast, she’ll never forget me again.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes.
She captures my wrist, her pleading gaze begging me to stop because it’s too much. I remove my fingers from her pussy and lick them clean while she watches;
Her ass hikes, and I spit on her back hole.
I fight a laugh, giving her ass cheek a slap, my cock twitching as she whimpers from the sting. I can see everything – her glistening pussy and the forbidden hole I want to stick my tongue in. I revel in the fact I was the first to break in every area.
She’s like a fucking work of art of all my designs. I love ink; I love drawing tattoos, especially for her.
I ignore her infectious giggle that nearly pulls a smile onto my lips
Stacey is truly beautiful and sexy, and everything mixed together.
A part of me still sees my Stacey and how we used to be.
I’m a tit – an embarrassing fucking tit.
“Then I dare you to kiss me again.”
“Why do you want to kiss me?” “Because I liked it,” I admit easily, and her eyes widen. “So I need another taste, Freckles,”