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I want to cry fucking tears of joy. The best way to describe the experience is a man being worshiped by a freaking goddess.

She doesn’t need to be an expert, or experienced, or anything except herself. That’s all I want, all I’ve ever wanted.

My woman.

I maneuver my hips, flexing my ass to slide further up into her mouth.

“So fucking good,” I moan as my cock gets trapped between her cheeks. It doesn’t take long before a thunderous roar tears through my throat. “I’m going to come.”

I reach to pull her from me, somehow in my haze of insanity and lust there’s still a man that cares for the girl I’ve wanted more than air itself. But she shrugs off my hand.

“Let me taste you,” she urges, voice choked by lust.

Her words work like magic. I come. Grunting as a release erupts from me. Bliss washes over me. I open my eyes to her. For the first time ever, vulnerability in front of another person feels natural.

I take her in my arms and taste myself on her lips.

Well, ain’t this a plot twist, she claimed me. The look in her beautiful eyes tells me that I’m her man.

“It’s your turn, angel,” I growl.

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WILLOW

Gently, he drops affectionate kisses on my forehead while tracing the pad of his finger along my folds.

A bonfire kindles inside my belly, spreading to my inner thighs with a liquid heat that promises to flood my entire body.

I peer at my fighter, my giant, my man-mountain whose azure eyes pierce me. Our breaths quicken as he slams into my mouth, ensnaring my lips and tongue. He gasps.

I’m done talking.His wordless declaration resounds throughout my body.You’re mine.

And when he eases his finger into me, pleasure prickles every inch of me. Slowly, carefully, he moves in and out. A delicious shiver of elation spreads from head-to-toe.

Tenderly, a second digit tunnels into me, and I reach a point of fullness. My stifled moans escalate into gratifying cries of delight.

“That’s it, angel, sing.”

My muscles squeeze as he pushes his fingers deeper into me and my thighs begin to tremble as ecstasy pulses through every fiber of my being.

Then he does something that drives me absolutely wild. He pulls his fingers out of me and lifts them to his mouth.

“Shane, what are you..?”

He hungrily laps my essence from his fingers with glee, sucking them, in slow measured licks. The erotic sight brings me close to the edge.

“I’ve been dying to taste you for far too long,” he rumbles before slipping his fingers back into me, which sends me reeling.

He lowers himself down my body, sending blistering ripples coursing through me. When he gets to my core, his hot breath skims my flesh before he dips his tongue into my center for a taste.

Soon my cries become too much and he sticks his fingers in my mouth to quiet my moans and the taste of our combined juices on his fingers is too much.

Heat scolds my swollen sensitive bud as he swirls with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

“Yes, that’s it,” I scream. A pulse flutters through my core muscles and my thighs shudder as the climax hits.

I come.

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