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I was mad. At myself? At society? I didn’t know, but I wanted to return my model and upgrade for the cool, calm detachment that was promised to me when I signed up to like more than one person at a time as a full-grown ass adult. But here I was without the receipt.

“I shouldn't even be allowed to be jealous.”

Maybe it was dumb to pout about something that Bryce obviously found some weird endearment from, but it said a lot about me, I thought, to want to be shared but not want to do the sharing.

He unhelpfully chuckled, “You're allowed to feel whatever you're feeling. To be honest its hot as fuck that you're so possessive.”

He leaned in, whispering in my ear in that way that tickled more than was hot.

I pulled away with a scowl, “No, it’s not.”

“Says you,” he shrugged, moving my hands to his hardening cock, “But this right here? This says different.”

“Bryce-” I whined, wanting nothing more to sit myself on top of him, but my legs were sore, and my ass needed a rest. Literally and figuratively. And the thought that I might be a complete and utter asshole still hung in the air.

“What would you do,” he asked, all smiles and fucking giggles, “If you had walked in on me fucking another girl?”

“Excuse me?” I snapped at him as his fingers slid down my tummy, barely gracing my core. The touch was so gentle you would think that he hadn’t even been there, but it left me quivering regardless. Every touch from Bryce was enough to undo me.

“If I had her splayed out right on my kitchen island like I've had you so many times-”

“I'd fucking kill her, Bryce.” I cut him off, “Joke all you fucking want, but you would have to deal with the body.”

His other hand gripped my throat. His teeth scrapped against my ear, the soft prickling of his scruff scraping my skin, “I bet you'd fuck me in her blood, wouldn't you? You'd crawl over her lifeless body just like you did poor Collin and remind me exactly who this dick belongs to.”

I growled at him, pushing at his chest, but I didn’t really want him to go anywhere, and he knew it. He knew I wanted to hear that he was okay with everything, that he didn’t judge me for being a hypocritical bitch, and that he loved me anyway. I liked knowing that I could want to spill someone’s blood over him, and he would fuck me in it.

He laughed a little, as if reading my mind and said, “It’s okay, baby. I like that you've claimed me. Just because I like to see you fucked by other people doesn't mean I wouldn't do the same damn thing if I thought you for one fucking second forgot who you belonged to.”

He slid a thick finger deep inside of me, curling it like he was pulling me to him. The way my hips lifted, he wouldn’t have been wrong. I moaned when he added another, tingles rushing up and down my legs, straight into my clit.

“This right here? This cunt belongs to me. Your chocha is mine in every way. No matter how many other people are right here: it’s all mine, baby.” He punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers, making me buck up to match his movements, “Isn’t that right?”

I nodded, breathless, muscles pulling tight against the onslaught that was daddy. His voice was gruff, commanding, and firm, but so gentle. It didn’t really matter what I said because he knew the truth.

He bent his head, biting under my jaw as he stroked my throat where his hand held me in place. He didn’t squeeze, he didn’t need to. The minute his warm hand gripped me there, I froze, waiting for his instruction.

Daddy had my body working like a well-oiled machine. It responded like this only to him, recognizing his touch, his smell, the salt and brine of his skin, and the ocean eyes that drowned me every time. The same eyes that held mine now.

“Right here, just you and me baby. Look at me while I touch you.” he whispered.

He kissed me, the cool metal on his tongue sweeping across my lower lips as his fingers brushed the perfect spot inside me. There were no fingers like daddy’s fingers inside of me. Thick, warm, hitting just the right spot that sent tingles through my whole body. They were like magic, pulling sounds from me that I didn’t recognize as my own, all with no effort.

He pulled back, his blue eyes dark, sea storms during the summer. “Look at me while you come, baby. Daddy’s so fucking proud of you. I heard you from all the way down the hall. Come again, just for me.”

I tightened every muscle I could feel, letting the pressure carry me. My hand gripped his, my thighs clenching over his fingers but he didn’t let up. Daddy filled me, pushing into me and making me cry out for him with a desperation that would have left me embarrassed if it had been anyone else but him.

For Bryce though, there was no embarrassment, no shame, not really. He was everything to me. He filled every piece of me, body and soul. He added a third finger, and I was stretched so full I cried into his hair, the long blonde strands shielding me from the rest of the world as he brought me shuddering and shaking.

It was an emotional release more than anything, I knew, as the tears kept falling, but Bryce held me through it. His voice hummed across my skin, his little sounds lulling me into a sleep that had me dead to the world.

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