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I took pride in pleasuring him. I had never wanted to get this down and dirty with anyone. But with Christian, I wanted him to use my body. I wanted to surrender to him and let him do as he pleased. Spit dripped down my chin. He was thrusting into my mouth, and I was taking every inch.

“Damn, b-b-baby… slow d-down,” he stuttered. I did the opposite. I started slurping faster, making him shout out. “Aw, shit. Aw, shit,” he chanted as he erupted in my mouth. I kept going until he had emptied his pipe. “Get up here,” he demanded, pulling me into his lap.

He was still hard, so I lifted and slid down onto him. We both moaned together. Propping my feet onto the bed, I began to bounce, taking every inch of him inside me. God, he was so deep. Christian had awakened something inside me. I had never yearned for sex like this.

Christian gripped my hips while his third leg stretched me to the max. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed every second of it. You could hear how wet I was as he moved inside me.

He smacked my ass, encouraging me as I met him thrust for thrust. I licked and sucked all over his neck while chasing my orgasm that was near.

“Christian,” I moaned in his ear. “You’re fucking me soooo good.”

He cursed under his breath. “You about to come for me, beautiful?” I nodded my head, and he slapped my ass again. “Words!”

“Yes!” I screamed as I felt my walls tightening.

“Then do it. Ride your dick and make us come, baby.”

Hearing him declare that his dick was mine made me feel possessive, and it turned me on. Placing my hands on his chest, I rode him faster until all you could hear was skin slapping. Ten seconds later I came while he filled me up. My body shook uncontrollably. I had never orgasmed that hard before.

I didn’t know how long we sat in silence holding each other before he spoke. “Burn down the fuckin’ world,” he muttered against my shoulder.

We threw our heads back, roaring with laughter. It ceased when I felt him hardening inside me. I swirled my hips, and he smirked deviously. Flipping us over, he threw my legs over his shoulder. “It’s going to be a long night, beautiful.”

“Bring it on, baby.”

Chapter Seventeen

TORCH

Istill couldn’t believe everything that transpired last night at the charity ball. When I got to our table and my mother told me Brit had gone to the bathroom ten minutes ago, I went to check if she was okay. On the way there, I ran into my sisters. I ended up asking them to come with me since I couldn’t go inside.

I didn’t think anything was wrong, but we were in a big venue, and she was alone. Once I saw what was happening inside that bathroom, I was glad I followed my first instinct. Seeing Brit's dress ripped with her breast exposed, my heart pounded in my chest. If that wasn’t bad enough, the fucker was fighting against my sister, trying to get back to Brittney.

I lost it.

I had snapped in a way I never had. All I saw was red. I wanted to end him. Cara saved his life by getting me to snap out of it. In that moment, I didn’t care about anything else other than ending his existence. But the reminder that my woman was present made me realize I needed to return to reality.

I would deal with Julian soon. There was no way he was going to continue to breathe after what he had done to my wife.

I was a little thrown off when Brittney thought I was angry with her, though. Honestly, silence seemed like the best route to take because even though I had calmed down a little, my adrenaline was still pumping. I didn’t want to take the chance of snapping at her.

After I made myself clear to her and we expressed our love to each other, we spent the entire night together. We passed out around four in the morning due to exhaustion.

It was noon now, and I had just woken up. Brit was passed out on top of me with my dick still planted inside her. I kissed her forehead before reaching over to grab my phone off the nightstand. I powered up the screen and saw I had a text from my sister.

Cara: When you wake up, come to my house. I have the info on Brittney’s father.

I set the phone down, rubbing Brittney’s back. It was time to get up. Brittney began to stir after a minute. Her head popped up from my chest as she gave me a lazy grin.

“Morning,” she hummed softly.

“Good morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”

She hunched her shoulders. “Pretty good. But I’m sure you already knew that since you fucked me into a coma.”

I burst out laughing, and she giggled. “I told you it was going to be a long night, baby.”

She nodded and laid her head down again. “Indeed it was.”