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“That’s nice, but it’s not exactly what I meant.”

“What do you mean, Princess?”

“Put your mouth down there.”

Elis moved down and kissed my lower abdomen.

“You’re entirely frustrating.”

He grinned. “Give me what I want, and I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

“You suck.”

Elis chuckled. “I’m not currently, but I could be.”

“Fine.” I gripped his hair and looked into his eyes. “Eat my pussy.”

“I don’t hear the magic words, Princess.”

“Now.”

Elis kissed his way down my body. His fingers spread my pussy lips apart before his mouth was on me. He sucked at my clit, his finger working me in and out as his teeth and tongue worked my bundle of nerves, driving me to the brink of insanity.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured into my pussy. “If I could pick my last moments on this earth, it better be drowning in this perfect cunt.”

The manipulation of his tongue and how he spoke to me, crass words that caused wanton pleasure and need, drove me to the edge. There was something about this man and the dirty things that came from his perfectly full lips.

One of his hands roamed up my body, and he grabbed my breast, squeezing it while his tongue lapped at my center. Elis was a man who ate pussy like his life depended on it.

“It should be illegal for someone to be so good at this.”

“Don’t think you’d want me to go to jail for this, Dev.”

I moaned, “No, definitely not.” My body tensed as lightning flashed through my veins, and I screamed my orgasm into my pillow to not disturb anyone else in the house.

“Devlynn, you home?” my mother called from the hallway as a pair of heels tracked on the marble floor.

I pushed Elis off me, diving for my clothes and putting them on before she opened the door. It was obvious that the two of us were up to no good, but it didn’t even faze my mother.

She smiled at us, her fake socialite grin. “Oh, hello, Elis. Are you staying for dinner?”

“No, thank you. Mrs. Price. I have to be going,” he said, his hand working its way through his disheveled hair nervously.

“Well, okay then. Devlynn, dinner will be served in thirty minutes. Please say hello to your father,” my mom said, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

“Does she ever knock?” Elis asked once she left. “I was scared she’d smell your pussy if she came any closer.”

I hit his arm, and he roared with laughter.

“Do you have to be so crass?” I asked, burying my head in my hands as embarrassment set in.

I still hadn’t gotten used to having sex. It might have been my upbringing, but all the women in my world seemed so uptight and reserved. I thought there was something wrong with enjoying what Elis and I did together.

“Dev, stop that,” he said, peeling my hands from my face. “I love you. I love being with you. You are so fuckin’ amazing. I wish you would be freer when your clothing ison.”

He kissed my lips, and I tasted myself on him, something I had experienced many times. It was one of the ways Elis tried to loosen my inhibitions. He liked to spread my arousal on my lips and ask me to lick it off. Usually, when we were in the middle of sex, I loved and relished it, but now I felt like I was doing something wrong.

“Stop it, Devlynn. You’re my girl. You will always be my girl. My girl has to know she is fuckin’ amazing.” He kissed me again, this time a sweet, chaste kiss. “I love you,” he whispered on my lips.


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