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And one who has most likely committed murder before, but that’s none of my business.

As if in a trance, I lean forward to push his hand away and start stroking him myself, eliciting a growl that’s nothing short of feral.

The cloak is surprisingly thin, and it doesn’t feel like he’s wearing any pants underneath.

He’s… huge is an understatement, and I can feel some bumps and ridges which means he pierced.

My cheeks flush. Jamal isn’t small by any means but he’s definitely not nearly as big as Gavin. And he’s certainly never even talked about getting himself pierced before.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans when I run my thumb over the head of his dick. His hips twitch as he struggles not to grind against me.

Jamal has never reacted to me this way. Whenever I’d try to touch his penis, he’d swat my hand away. It was like he was revolted by me, and yet I still stayed with him. How could I have been so naïve to think he’d change?

My eyes start to burn; but I refuse to cry. I don’t want to keep giving Jamal that kind of power over me.

I’m so deep in my thoughts that I don’t realize Gavin has stopped reacting to my touch until he cups one of my cheeks. His hand is so big that he’s practically holding half of my face.

“I thought I told you to stop thinking about him,” he says gently.

I nod and start stroking him again, but he moves my hand away and settles back onto his knees. I start to protest the absence of him, but then he slides my panties to the side and rubs my clit with the pad of his finger, making me gasp in shock.

Of course, Jamal has never cared about making me feel good, so he’s never touched me here before. No one has but me, and I can’t even begin to describe how amazing it feels when someone else is doing it.

“How does it feel?” he asks, eyes intense as he watches me.

I let out a breath and whisper, “So good.”

My head falls back, eyes closed, as I try to calm my racing heart but what Gavin is doing to me makes me feel like I’m about to ascend into a different dimension. Soon, his ministrations go from soft and exploratory to brutal and claiming.

He grips a thigh with his free hand and digs his fingertips into my skin so hard that I’m positive they’ll leave bruises.

“That’s it, baby,” Gavin says, his voice a husky murmur. “Let me make you feel good.”

My moans are clipped and breathy as I struggle to breathe, but it’s so hard because Gavin is fulfilling my one fantasy I never thought I’d get to experience. My lower stomach starts to tighten deliciously, but right as I’m on the cusp of tipping over that blissful edge, the door to the sunroom bursts open.

“What the fuck?!”

CHAPTER 11

GAVIN

Aliyah’s so close to coming that I don’t bother stopping when I hear the sunroom door open behind me. And judging by the sweat coating her skin, the way her back arches off the couch, and the symphony of moans pouring from her mouth, I’d say Aliyah isn’t too concerned, either.

“What the fuck?” an angry male voice yells from behind me.

Jamal.

I should be furious. Everything in me tells me to turn around and gut him where he stands, but I decide to strike his ego instead.

Leaning forward, I run the tip of the mask’s nose against the side of Aliyah’s face and murmur, “Come on, baby. Come for me.”

At that, she drenches me in her sweet juices. Her hands grip the couch cushion so hard her knuckles pop, and she tries to close her legs, but I force them apart, not stopping until she’s completely spent.

“Fuck, Gavin, yes!” she screams, riding my fingers.

I continue my sweet torture on her pussy, rubbing that rough spot inside of her to drive her insane. Her pitiful whimpers are like the sweetest music to my ears. My cock hardens painfully, and I have to force myself not to hump her leg like a dog just to get some relief.

“Let her go!” Jamal yells, coming over to push me off Aliyah but it’s barely more than a soft nudge. He goes flying into the wall when I nudge him with my free hand.