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Amara’s pov

My eyes widened coming into view with it, the hardened length straining against the material of his sweats and my skin flushed hot with a familiar ache growing between my legs no matter how sore I was, I suddenly craved him in me, craved the hurt that would come when he goes in at first with the first few strokes and the blinding pleasure that would come afterward.

My fingers tentatively reached out to the waistband of his sweats, I hooked my fingers in them, closed my eyes, and pulled them down, gasping as his cock sprang out slapping me across the chin and my eyes opened in shock.

I would say that's a warm welcome, Cora groaned in delight as I recovered from his cock slapping my face, play with it, he said it was ours to play with.

I rolled my eyes at her before fixating my gaze on it.

I took in the length that caused a big indent on the sheets, I studied the veins roping it and the scar that ran along his cock which brought questions anew about how he got it there.

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