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I know what her ex did to her, and the thought of that fucking piece of shit is almost enough to send me into a fit of rage.

I don’t let him ruin his moment, though. His time will come.

“I remember reading about something,” I growl, my fingers undoing the buttons of her booty shorts. I’ve been staring at her ass for the past hour, the bottom of her cheeks poking out below the hem. I wanted to bend down and bite them, leaving my teeth marks behind.

All I could think about was what it would feel like to bury my cock deep inside her tight little hole.

“W-what was it about?” she asks, her words breathless.

Once her zipper is undone, I tug her shorts down, taking her panties with them. My eyes bore into hers as I speak. “It was a fantasy that you wrote about.”

Her eyes widen slightly, and she licks her lips. “Which one? I’ve written about a lot.”

“Oh, I know,” I chuckle.

When my eyes look down at her now bare lower half, I don’t even hold back the groan that rumbles in my chest.

“Look. At. You,” I growl. Gripping her knees, I bend her legs and widen them, putting her pretty wet pussy on display. “Are you wet for me, Little Bunny?” My fingers swipe through the mess she’s already making and hold up my glistening fingers.

She is pure fucking sin. The kind I want to get lost in for the rest of my life.

My cock twitches, begging me to pull it out and thrust inside her, to pound into her until she’s sobbing my name, begging me to stop, to go harder, to cum.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“It’s going to be so easy to slide inside you. You’re so wet there’ll be no resistance. You want that, don’t you, baby? You want me to fuck this pretty pink pussy?”

“Yes.” This time she sounds desperate for me to do just that. Her gaze blazes with excitement as she waits to see what I’ll do next.

She moans when I suck my fingers into my mouth, her juices bursting on my tongue. My eyes roll back as I let out a low moan. “Fucking hell,” I grunt, eyes snapping open.

Her breathing hitches at the feral look in my eyes. “I need to fucking taste you.” This time it’s me who sounds desperate.

I drop to my knees and bury my face between her thighs. Cove screams out as my mouth connects with her cunt. I lick her slit a few times before lazily sucking on her clit, feasting on her.

Her body arches, hands grasping at my hair. I snarl against her core as my mouth works. I lap at her juices, starving for more. I want every fucking drop. I feel her clench around nothing and know just what to fill her up with. I thrust my tongue in and out of her, loving how having something inside her sends her higher. Her body begins to tremble, her moans and sobs filling the air.

“Saint. Oh fuck. Yes. yes. Oh god yes.”

I rip my mouth from her cunt with a snarl. “No god here, Little Bunny. Only the fucking devil.” Then I’m back on her pussy, eating her like she’s my last meal.

Using two fingers, I thrust deep inside her, curling them as I pump in and out of her. My lips lock around her clit, and I suck it hard, using my tongue to play over the sensitive bud.

I might not be able to fuck her, but I’ll be damned if I don’t get to enjoy this moment too.

With one hand, I shove my sweatpants down, freeing my aching cock. I groan against her center as I wrap my hand around my shaft. Pleasure zaps through my body, right down to my balls. They’re heavy, full, and demanding to be emptied inside her.

My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe. Every breath I take, my nose fills with her heady scent, making me even more fucking crazy for this girl.

My hand moves quickly, every sound I pull from her pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Something Cove doesn’t know is that we haven’t had sex since the summer we met her.

Hard to believe, but it’s true. Maverick and I had lost our virginitys’ way before meeting Cove, but she is the only woman Shepherd has been with. That summer with her, spending hours sharing her, watching her cum for us over and over again, was life changing. Life. Fucking. Changing. There was no other woman for us after that. The thought never even crossed our minds.

She was worth the wait, always will be. That’s why after ten fucking years of just me, my hand, and my imagination of what I could do to her, it’s so damn hard not to rut into her like a madman right now.

She really must have been worked up from before, because it doesn’t take long before Cove is locking her legs around my head and grinding against my mouth as she finds her release.