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I capture his words again, repeating the sucking until he lets out a deep grumble. I’ve set him off, and I just hope he fucking lets me have it. I need to orgasm already.

Breaking our kiss, he grabs my dress at the collar and tears it straight down the front, the air causing goosebumps to cover my skin. I stand in the prettiest teal, barely there lace set.

“This cannot be ruined. This set is fucking ravishing. I’m going to buy you every one I find in this color. I love it on you. It’s almost a sin for me to remove it.”

“Please rip it off me,” I pant. Not caring that I’m now begging, and completely desperate with need.

He slips the bra off my shoulders and reaches around to unclip the strap.

“Do you want me to get you off? How badly do you want to come?”

I nod.

“Words,Bella. Don’t forget, I like to hear your voice.”

I can’t find it. It’s lost between the state of arousal and the bliss of what he’s promising.

I swallow and breathe. “Yes…now.”

He drops to his knees, still fully clothed, his hands grazing my panties. I’m quivering with anticipation as he drags them down my thighs. I desperately want to close my eyes and lean my head back to enjoy the pleasure, but fuck, I want to watch him eat me. The memory of the bar reminds me I don’t want to miss the sight, and I know how much he loves me to watch.

He grabs the panties and tucks them into his pocket. I laugh, but it’s trembling.

He really loves them.

Laying a gentle kiss on each thigh, he then moves to the top of my apex. My breathing is rushed as he stares up at me, pressing another kiss, but this time on the top of my hips. He pulls back and his mouth twists into a knowing grin.

Lower.

As he lifts one of my legs up onto his shoulder, I feel my wetness trickling down my leg. The air hits me, and I moan. Leaning forward, we lock gazes, and he licks my inner thigh, catching every drip of me.

I mumble, “Fuckin’ hell.” I’m forcing myself to not close my hooded eyes.

“So fucking wet. So fucking sweet. I’ve gone way too long without you. I’ve jerked off thinking of your pussy, but it’s not the same. Your taste is something I need to have in real life.”

I’m about to tell him to shut up and lick me. But then he does.

His thick tongue slides between my swollen lips and over my bud, and I convulse beneath his touch. Our earlier edging makes every sensation ten times stronger. The heat flaring from my lower back and into the front is like an inferno. I’m going to combust from burning up.

He moves my leg wider to stretch me more open, and then I feel his tongue enter me, slowly fucking me with it. After a couple of pumps and licks, I’m trembling and moaning, unable to keep my eyes open.

“I’m going to come.”

He mumbles against me, “Come,” then pushes on me harder.

And that’s all the encouragement I need to arch my pussy into his face and ride it. All the while, he fucks me with his incredible tongue, and I quake from head to toe. The wave of heat racks my body, and I’ve never come as hard as I have tonight.

I’m sucking in short deep breaths, trying to collect myself. And he doesn’t stop the whole time. He is still licking my tender pussy, and I’m still twitching from the sensitivity, but reveling in it all the same.

When he finishes, giving my clit one last sucking kiss, he slowly eases my leg to the floor, but continues to hold me up. My shaky legs, still trying to recover from the high.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I open my eyes and a slow smile forms on my face. “Is that a trick question?”

He frowns. “No, I’m serious. Was that okay?”

“More than okay. I think I may love and equally hate you for bringing me to the edge earlier.”


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