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Usually, at this point, my mind starts racing.

Is this enjoyable for him?

How long should this take?

Am I broken if I can’t come this way?

I get so wrapped up in my own questions that I can’t focus enough to even get close to an orgasm.

But whatever Don is doing is making me focus on that and nothing else. It feels like his tongue is ten different places all at once, and all of them are pushing me closer to an orgasm that I’ve been before during oral.

He uses two fingers to push my lips apart to give him better access. When his tongue starts practically vibrating against me, I struggle to sit still.

“Oh my gosh,” I moan as I reach down and latch on to Don’s hair. “Right there. Please God, don’t stop.”

He stays in the same position and continues to lick me exactly where I need it. I feel my orgasm building as my legs start to quiver. When I feel the heat erupt from my core and shoot through my body, I can hardly believe it. I’m actually coming from Don going down on me. I didn’t think it was possible. Not only did Don use his tongue in an expert way, but he also quieted my mind enough to push me over the edge.

He ends the same way he started—with a couple of soft kisses to my pussy before moving his way up my body.

“I’m here to tell you, baby, that there is absolutely nothing wrong with the way you look, smell, or taste. If you’ll let me, I’ll eat that pussy every fucking day.”

“I might just take you up on that,” I say before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down for a kiss. I taste myself on his tongue and realize that maybe most of my worry all this time has been in my head.

Let’s be honest—most of my worries are solely in my head.

I look up at him and say, “Your turn to lay down.”

He climbs off me and quickly takes off his clothes before doing what I ask. He fetches the condom from his wallet, but I take it from him before he can put it on.

“Let me.”

I rip the corner off before pulling the rubber out of its packaging. Starting at the head, I slowly roll it down over his thick shaft. His eyes watch every move that I make.

“Christ, Abby. You’re going to have me coming before we even get to the good stuff.”

He watches me as I hook one leg over him and sink onto his cock. I’m so wet that he slides inside with ease.

“Abby…baby,” he moans as I slowly begin to ride him.

Baby.

He’s called me that multiple times now. He’s the first one to ever have a cute nickname for me.

And I love it.

Whether it’s him calling me beautiful, baby, or whatever else he can think of, I love every second of it.

In fact, I love every second of anything with him.

I have no idea what falling in love feels like, but against my better judgment, I think I’m falling in it with Don.

Falling hard.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Don

“You look beautiful,” I say to Abby with a quick kiss.

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