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on her clit and started finger fucking both her pussy and tight, little ass as the same time.

No work up. No warning. No nothing.

The touch of my tongue and the feel of my fingers double penetrating her was all it took for Mystic to scream my name and cum all over my face. Her cream tasted just like I remembered, and I planned on tasting it all night long. I didn’t pull my fingers from her body until her trembling eased, but I was far from done with her.

I wiped my face on the inside of her thigh before crawling up her body. Her eyes were closed, and she looked ready to pass out, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Now it’s my turn again.”

Chapter 29

Mystic~

It was like the ten years apart had ceased to exist. My body knew it was Gage touching me. It remembered his touch, taste, scent…everything. We were picking up exactly where we had left off, but it still didn’t feel like enough.

It felt like it would never be enough.

Gage’s large body covered mine and blazing blue eyes locked onto mine the second I opened my eyes. My body was weak from the orgasm he just gave me, but I was ready for more. I was ready and eager for the rest of it.

The rest of Gage Evans.

“Your pussy tastes exactly the same, Mystic,” he murmured against my lips. Gage had always talked dirty to me when we had sex, but teenage hormones had gotten in the way of the meaning of the words. They had also gotten in the way of foreplay. As a teenager, everything Gage had done to me was new and exciting. As an adult, everything he just did wasn’t new, but it sure as hell was appreciated. As a teenager I hadn’t overly care if I came, even though I always did. As an adult, I cared. I cared very much.

“What now?” I challenged. I didn’t want this tamed version of Gage. I wanted the Gage from the park restroom.

The darkness in his eyes danced at my challenge. “Now, I fuck every hole you have until you can’t take my dick anymore, Mystic,” he promised. “I’m going to fuck you like I paid for you.”

My entire body shivered, and when my mind tried to intrude and remind me that this wasn’t normal or healthy, I shut my conscience down and let my body rule everything else.

My voice was desperate need when I said, “Do your worst.”

His lip curled and I knew he was going to do just that. Gage always had permission to use me, but this was something entirely different.

We weren’t children anymore.

He braced his weight on one arm, slapped his large hand over my mouth, and leaning down, he took a chunk of my breast into his mouth and bit me until I felt the skin tear. I screamed in his hand, but when he started sucking at my flesh, my scream turned into a moan.

This was what got me off.

Gage needing me so badly, that he’d eat me alive and not leave anything left, was what got me off. I loved him out of control. It was disturbingly erotic.

His lips were bloody, and he looked like a goddamn animal when he said, “I’m going to leave these marks all over you, Mystic. I’m going to mark you, so you never forget who you belong to ever again.” Before I could respond, Gage slammed his entire length inside my body.

He ignored my muffled screams, and hooking my left knee over his elbow, he spread me wider and rammed into my body over, and over again. He wasn’t giving me any time to adjust to his invasion. And it wasn’t until the wet sound of his cock in my pussy vibrated throughout the room that I realized he hadn’t put on a condom.

I started thrashing about, and it wasn’t from the sick pleasure he was inflicting. I was on birth control, but as heartbreaking as it was, we’ve both been with other people. I had no idea what Gage’s sexual safety practices were, and if he just thrust inside me with no thought to protection, I had to wonder if he’s done it before. I haven’t slept with many men, but every man I had slept with had worn a condom and I was always checked for STD’s during my annual physical exams, regardless of my current drought.

I kept thrashing about,