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We build a steady rhythm, and I see how transfixed she is. The idea that she wants to see me, like I’ve seen her, seems more than fair and equally hot. I’m more than happy to give her exactly what she wants.

“You want to see what happens when I watch you get yourself off?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You want to see what you do to me? What kind of mess I make?”

She nods in agreement, but she doesn’t look away from where I’m stroking myself as she chews at her bottom lip. I feel her relax as she puts more of her weight onto my leg, increasing the pressure against her wet heat. Seeing how hungry, how needy, she is for me is something I want to burn into my memory, but I want to give her the show she asked for.

I lean forward and steal a wet, tongue-filled kiss from her before pulling back and meeting her gaze. I swirl our saliva around in my mouth before spitting onto the head of my cock.

Her eyes follow the droplets of spit, and I feel a sense of pride when her pupils blow, and she sucks in a breath.

“Yes. Yes, like that. Keep showing me,” she demands, and I comply, working my cock harder as the coil of heat at the base of my spine reaches an unbearable level.

She cups her breasts and rolls her nipples. My eyes don’t know where to look anymore—at her perfect tits that she’s playing with, or her wet pussy that’s leaving her grinder and my thigh drenched in her need. Not that it matters because my vision is blurring and my breathing is frantic.

“Please, Daddy. I need to see you come.”

Fuck.

Her words come out as a frantic, desperate plea that breaks me.

That string of words will go down as one of the hottest things I will ever hear in my life. I like to think that I have willpower, but outside of one notable and regrettable occasion, I’ve never had any semblance of control when it comes to her.

Tonight is no exception and I’m perfectly fine to give in to her again. She’s made her point—she gets to decide what holds her back, not me.

I’m not holding anything back tonight.

CHAPTER 43

JOSIE

Never Stopped

“Goddammit, Bunny,” Sly grits out through clenched teeth, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

His entire body tenses beneath me, including his leg that he drives up, pressing that deliciously textured grinder back into my clit. It drives me closer to the edge, but not as much as the sight of him begging to come undone. His grip on his cock tightens, and my eyes are glued to his chorded forearms, that tattoo sleeve I’ve wanted to ask about, and his straining cock as he strokes himself before erupting.

I watch the glorious sight of him completely unraveling. He’s a beautiful masterpiece of rugged masculinity, and I get to see all of it. From his flexed abs and that vein trailing down to the base of his erection, to the way his shoulders bunch around his thick neck, every hard-earned muscle in his body works in unison as he comes, spurting rope after rope of hot cum on both of us.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls, still pumping himself while I continue to ride his thigh and chase my own orgasm. I take in the sight of how hot and messy we are. There’s cum on his hand, my stomach, my tits. His sated, but still very hungry gaze, rakes over me, leaving heated flesh everywhere it lands.

“Is this the mess you pictured making when you thought of me?” I pant.

He nods. “Yeah. Your tits look perfect fucking covered in my cum, even better than I imagined.”

He finally lets go of his cock to trail the pads of his fingers through the hot cum on my chest and swirling it over one of my piercings before pinching the other hard nipple. Between the contact and the sinful image of us covered in his release, I get that much closer to coming undone myself.

I swivel and rock my hips faster, driving my clit against the soft scales of the grinder, but it’s not enough.

“Fuck, Sly. I need more,” I plead as he still holds my nipple pinched between his finger and thumb. “Keep talking. Tell me how much you need me.”

“I guess since we’re doing show and tell,” he says with a gruff laugh, “you’ll get to hear exactly how much I’ve needed you.”

I moan and arch my back, pressing my tits out to him. He mutters some sort of praise under his breath and licks his lips.

“Good, I want to hear it.”