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shock at first, but Colt must have known that because his hands were massaging both of her ass cheeks and just like that, she’d never been that freaking warm in her entire existence.
    “You have a very sweet cunt, princess,” he told her, his breath right there, between her legs.
    She’d never heard someone actually saying that word, which was supposed to be demeaning, degrading; so why the hell did she get wet?
    His hands were rubbing her in circle, and his thumb brushed against her asshole each time he brought them together. Then, he stopped that particular little routine by slapping her left cheek suddenly, making her squirm, gasp, and moan all at once. 
    “A very prudish one. I can’t even see it, your lips are hiding it from me. What are we going to do about that, Alice?”
    She didn’t care, as long as he did it now. Fuck. She needed something inside her or she’d have to be certified within the next five seconds.
    “I can’t use my hands,” he told her apologetically, resuming his massage. “You see, they’ve wanted to own that ass for so long, I can’t stop them now. But I’d really like to see that cunt of yours upclose. Can you open it up for me?”
    Fuck. One of the hands she’d instinctively used to rest her head on went straight down between her legs and she pushed her outer lips apart, moaning as her own touch shocked her.
    She knew how her fingers were supposed to feel; not like that. Their contact was absolutely foreign right now.
    “Oh princess, that’s such a slutty, wet little cunt.”
    She moaned harder.
    What was happening to her? She’d never been into the whole sex talk thing, it had seemed silly. Like, why would you ask if I want your cock when my legs are wide open waiting for it? But it didn’t seem pointless with Colt; because he was in total control. It wasn’t about asking rhetorical question: he was telling her what they were doing.
    Good thing, too, because she had no idea.
    This wasn’t sex; at least, not sex as she knew it.
    So far, he hadn’t touched her inner folds. He’d slapped her once. He’d copped a feel of her ass.
    Yet, it already felt better than every single fuck she’d ever experienced.
    “That cunt seems hungry, princess,” he told her, before his mouth got too busy to add a word.
    She’d been prepared – so prepared – for him to lick her pussy; what she hadn’t expected was for his tongue to dart out and lick the rim of her asshole.
    And she’d most definitely not anticipated that she might like it so much.
    It was strange. It also made her insides clench harder than anything; she wiggled, unable to keep still, and he slapped her right ass cheek for that, without a word. When she stopped moving, the reward was a finger, curving straight inside her ass.
    That was good, so good, but at the same time, pure torture, as her pussy had never needed so much attention; her finger helped, massaging her clit to take the edge off, but damn, she needed more.
    “Please…”
    She wasn’t a beggar. It was like the rest of the sex talk thing; she’d never asked someone to fuck her, because hell, they wanted to, after all.
    Now, though, she’d beg. On her knees, if that’s what it took.
    “Please what, princess?” he asked against her ass, replacing his tongue with another finger.
    “I need you inside me.”
    “I can imagine you would. And I need inside this lovely cunt of yours, too. However, we have nine minutes left, sweetheart. So…”
    He smacked a kiss on her ass, before pushing his face deeper between her legs, and attacking her poor pussy, next.
    It was relentless. He sucked, licked, fucking bit her clit, while his fingers curved inside her in a way that made her toes curl.
    Alice was exhausted, she needed him to stop; there was no way she could take more. She did her best to wiggle out of this torture, but he kept her firmly in place by biting every time she tried to slide away. She thought she might have cried a little bit. And scratched him,