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my mouth.
    Question answered, I gripped the side of her shirt and pulled. The delicate material ripped, coming apart in my hand, and caused her to shriek.
    “Shh,” I said as I dropped the cloth to the floor.
    I glanced down at her ample breasts, which were peeking out over the top of her bra. They’d been made for me—or at least, I liked to think so. The bra she had on, white to match her top, was a stark contrast to her skin. The lace covered her tits, but I couldn’t miss her hardened nipples as they called to my mouth.
    She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but I pulled her arms to her side. Then I dropped to my knees and brought my face level with her bountiful breasts. Leaning forward, I locked my fingers with hers and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She quaked as I sucked the stiff peak into my mouth.
    “Anthony,” she cried out, gripping my fingers like a vise.
    “Mmm,” I moaned into her flesh.
    “Oh, God.” She arched her back, thrusting her chest farther into my face.
    When her body rested flat on the door, I released her hands and gripped her waist. Holding her in place, I took my time and gave each breast equal attention. Her fingers knitted into my hair. I could smell her, the need she felt for me rivaling the want I had for her. No longer could she deny what we had. The urgency couldn’t be stopped by anything but a complete and thorough fucking.
    After using my nose to trace a path down her stomach, I ran my lips along the edge of her pants. Her skin burst into goose bumps as I planted light kisses onto her flesh. I slid my hands across her abdomen to the button hiding my salvation.
    “Anthony,” slipped from her lips as I started to unfasten her pants. “Wait.”
    Stilling my hands, I laid my forehead on top of her stomach, trying to catch my breath. “Max, I want you more than anyone in my life.” I kissed her. “Please don’t stop me now. I have to fuck you.”
    “Don’t stop,” she mumbled, pushing my head down with the palms of her hands.
    I went back to the task at hand. As the button busted free, I tucked my fingers into the top of her pants and tore them down her legs. The top of her matching white lace panties made my stomach do a backflip. Fuck, my entire body was celebrating.
    As I slipped her pants lower, I ran my nose down the front of her panties and inhaled. There was something about the smell of a woman. The hint of musk and sweetness had always brought me to my knees—just like I was in that moment. It gave me a high, making me lightheaded and dizzy. The only thing that could bring my mind back to any sense of normality would have been to taste and fuck the very thing that caused the weakness—Max.
    Leaving her pants at her ankles, I shimmied her panties down her legs. Then I roughly gripped her thighs, spreading her open as she slid down the door. My tongue darted out, finally tasting her pussy.
    Her arousal filled my taste buds and caused my mouth to water. It drifted across my tongue and drove me forward. One taste wasn’t enough. When I went home tonight, I wanted to still taste her and have her scent on my face. There wasn’t a part of my body, or hers for that matter, I didn’t want to have lingering for hours as a reminder.
    I used my tongue to part her as I ran it deeper into her pussy. She moaned and pulled on my hair to the point that it stung, sending a spark down my spine. My cock ached as it grew inside my jeans, which were now too tight to handle the package they contained.
    This wasn’t the time to think of myself and be a greedy bastard, though. I had to get her to the point of no return. The vehemence with which she’d denied her attraction toward me and the coldness she had displayed could slither into her mind and bring the evening to an end. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.
    Even though I could feast on her for hours, I needed to bring her to the brink. As I captured her wetness, I circled her clit. When I sucked it into my