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me a fairly bitchy smile but complies. I grab a pillow from the bed and place it between her legs. Fully dressed still, I lay my head on the pillow between her legs as she kneels over me. Her expression is of wonder. I move my hand up her inner thigh to the heat between her legs. Pushing her panties aside, my fingers slip inside of her. I watch her face as a soft groan leaves her lips. I pump my fingers deeper then withdraw them slowly. She watches curiously.
    I like that .
    She’s already so wet. Hooking my thumbs on either side of the plain cotton panties , I pull, ripping them from the elastic waistband. I push the ruined material up her waist further, out of the way. I wrap my hands up and over her thighs and pull her down onto my mouth. Breath hisses from her as I lick the length of her slowly but firmly. Her hands rest atop mine, supporting her while kneeling. She tastes sweeter than I thought. I lap at her leisurely, focusing on every crevice and fold.
    She’s strong .
    Her thighs contract, pushing upward but I keep her pressed firmly to my mouth until she starts to wriggle and buck .
    Nip. Suck. Lick. Repeat. God , I love the clit.
    She’s grinding my face so hard that I think I might suffocate. But hell, what a way to go. I release one thigh and spread her wide with two fingers. Sucking her clit hard , I swirl my tongue around the bundle of nerves. She gasps and grinds down on my mouth, scraping herself along my teeth lightly. With a drawn-out shudder she finishes in my mouth. I lap at her center slowly while she comes down from her high, her muscles slack and useless.
    “Fuck ...” she hisses between pants.
    “On your back ,” I command. She thinks that was my A-game, but she's about to get a lot more. She narrows her eyes at me.
    “I prefer to be on top.” Her voice is firm and assertive.
    “Get your pert little ass on your back. Now ,” I growl as she stands. Pushing down the ripped panties from her waist, she steps out of them as I sit up. She drops to her knees and pushes my chest hard.
    “My turn.” Her hands run down my torso , stopping at my belt buckle. Her fingers work swiftly and before I have time to form a thought she’s tugging my pants down around my ankles. Not that I don't want that perfect pout wrapped around my dick, but now’s not the time. I sit up, snake an arm around her waist, and roll, securing her under me. Her tattoo sweeps up colorfully just over the top of her shoulder. I want to lick it. I want to trace it in its entirety with my tongue. I want to see the rest of it. All I know is that there are gorgeous blossoms so far.
    “ On your back I said,” I rumble, dipping my head to her neck and kissing.
    She stills under me .
    Meeting her gaze , I notice she looks like she’s mentally checking out on me. “Eyes,” I bark and her eyes snap to mine and come into focus. Her hands lift my shirt up and over my head. Her brown eyes have the strangest flecks of gold in them. They’re intoxicating. Her fingers feel like feathers torturing me as they explore every ridge and valley of my abdomen. A single nail traces the outline of the tattoo on my stomach. Her lips toy with my nipple piercings, making it hard for me to form a rational thought. Reaching back toward my ankles, I fish around my pocket for a condom and quickly put it on. Lifting her left leg up and back so that her knee rests near her head, I tease her entrance slowly until her lips part and the faintest sound escapes.
    “More ,” she whispers.
    If she wants more, she’ll get more. I thrust in fast and hard and draw out again slowly before pushing in deep again. Her eyes roll back and close and she adjusts herself to my rhythm. She’s tight and wet and gorgeous as she writhes underneath me. “More. I need more ,” she pleads, her voice small. More I can do. I move her right thigh to match the left and pin her down, my forearms on the backs of her thighs, and increase my pace.
    Harder .
    Deeper .
    Shit yes .
    Her