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Damn. He nearly came then and there as she circled the head of his dick with her tongue.

So good.

So fucking good.

She took him deep, driving her mouth back and forth over him.

“Fuck, girl. That’s it. Take me in deep.” He pulled off the hair tie holding up her hair, letting it fall down her back, then he gathered it up in his fist, lightly guiding her movements.

Christ. Yes.

His balls were tight, aching. He was so close that it was embarrassing. He tugged her gently off his shaft. She tried to pull forward, but he held her still.

“Nope, girl. Need a minute,” he told her as she whimpered.

“But . . . but . . . I want your dick.”

“And do you always get what you want?”

“I should. And you should give it to me.” She gave him big, puppy dog eyes. And fuck, it was difficult to resist giving her what she wanted.

“If you don’t give me a moment to calm down, I’ll come in about thirty seconds.”

“Yummo.”

He didn’t know how he could feel amused right now. But he did. She was so crazy. And sexy.

It was a strange combination. But it just seemed to work when it came to this girl.

“All right, girl. Go for it.”

She took his dick back into her mouth. He released her hair, and just let her go for it.

Finally, he groaned as he came. She sucked him down, not missing a drop. And she even licked him clean.

When he drew her up to straddle his legs, he kissed her deeply. “Good girl for swallowing all of that.”

She grinned. “I like making you come.”

“Fuck, girl, do you know how sexy that is?” He cupped her breast, running his thumb over her tight nipple. “Can I finger you? Don’t give a shit about blood.”

“I’m . . . I think I’m good now anyway.”

Thank fuck for that.

“Short periods? Or you started earlier than Thursday?”

“I . . . uh . . . do we have to talk about this?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.

She was obviously uncomfortable talking about her period. He thought that was damn stupid, but he knew that society often made women feel like it was dirty or wrong.

He’d work on that so she’d know that she could tell him about anything.

But for now, he moved his hand down her tummy and slid it under her panties. He used a finger to rub slow circles around her clit while he moved his other hand to the back of her neck. He drew her in for a kiss as he continued to rub at her clit.

“Oh. Oh. Please.”

He slid his finger down to slide it into her pussy. He pumped it back and forth. He kept his touch slow. Gentle.


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