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My cock started to throb in time with my pulse as I gently pulled her thong down her thighs, over her knees, and past the arches of her delicate feet. This was really happening. I had Bristol McClaren naked. She was mine for tonight.

“You are gorgeous.” My heart pounded as I looked up, soaking in every amazing detail of her body. Her thighs were long and sleek, and the little line of black curls between them made my mouth water. She was already glistening, but she’d be fucking soaked before I was done with her.

I gripped her hips, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and hit my knees.

“What are—”

The first long lick of my tongue answered her question. Fuck, she tasted delicious—like salted honey mixed with the sweet tang of something citrusy.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips rocking up toward my face.

I pushed her thighs wide, taking her leverage so she could only accept what I gave. I wasn’t going to be the only one out of control tonight. My tongue swept her from opening to clit, swirling in circles around the swelling little nub but never giving her the contact she wanted.

Bristol speared her hands into my hair, her cries growing until she keened with every lick. Only when her head started to thrash did I flick my tongue over her clit.

“Cormac!”

Hearing her call out my name like that, all desperate and achy, nearly made me forget my own. I stabbed my tongue deep and drank her down, fucking her with my mouth as the walls of her pussy rippled and gripped. She was so damned tight. So slick. So…flawless.

And by the tensing of her thighs under my hands and her stuttered gasps, she was almost there. I licked up to her clit, then sucked it between my lips at the same moment I sent two fingers plunging inside her, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

Beautiful.

She came apart, her body arching as she screamed my name. Her grip tightened on my hair, keeping me right where I wanted to be—between her thighs, licking and sucking her down from her orgasm until it flared into a second when I curled my fingers against her G-spot.

She was slippery and swollen when I lifted my head, and her body jolted again when I skimmed my fingers over her sensitive clit and rose to my feet.

“I could eat you for days,” I said before sucking my fingers clean. “Damn, do you taste good.”

She stared at me with parted lips as she caught her breath, then grinned and sat up, her hands going for my zipper. “Now.”

All traces of teasing fell away at her demand.

“Yeah. Now.” I grabbed a condom from my wallet and threw it on the bed, then kicked out of my shoes as Bristol shoved my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs. The fabric hit the floor.

Bristol sucked in a breath, her eyes locked on the hard length of my dick as it bobbed before her. “Cormac,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around me.

“Shit, Bristol.” Sweat beaded on my forehead as she stroked me from root to head, her fingers not quite meeting her thumb. I could take another stroke, maybe two, but that was it if I wanted this to last, and I did.

She leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.

Blinding white pleasure struck like lightning, searing every one of my nerve endings. I felt that caress in my fingers, my lips—everywhere.

“Fuck!” Now it was my fingers in her hair as she curled her tongue around me, drawing me past those plump lips and into the inferno of her mouth. “God. Bristol. I can’t take it.” I drew back before I lost complete control, doing my best to ignore her little pout as I hauled her to the center of the bed and settled between her thighs. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

She nodded, brushing my hair back behind my ears before reaching for the condom and ripping it open with her teeth.

“I’m clean, just so you know. It’s been almost a year.” I took the condom from her and rolled it down my shaft.

“I trust you. And it’s been way longer than that for me.” She lifted her knees on either side of my hips, and just like that, I was at her entrance.

Desire flared in her eyes like a banked fire just waiting for another breath of oxygen to come roaring back. I took her hands and gathered her wrists in one of mine, pinning them above her head, then kissed her hard and deep as my finger drifted down the soft skin of her stomach and through her damp curls. “So wet,” I whispered, lightly thrumming her clit.

“Stop. Teasing.” She gasped, arching and rolling beneath me.

“You like it.” I kissed her again as I worked her into a frenzy again, my cock nudging her soaked entrance but not taking her.


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