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“I want that orgasm you’re so hell-bent on giving me.”

“Woman,” I husk out, “I’m gonna fuck your pussy with my tongue until you dissolve into a puddle of ecstasy. And then I’m gonna fuck your pussy with my cock.”

“Promise?” she murmurs.

“I’ve been wanting to taste your cunt since I saw those fingers pushing inside of you.”

“Knew it,” she blurts, and it causes a chuckle to rumble out of me.

“Now who’s the cocky one?” I force her thighs open wider.

She doesn’t reply, her words snatched up when I lower my mouth to her cunt. I give her clit a gentle kiss before I suck it into my mouth, her panting growing louder. I lick her from her pussy to her clit and she squirms. A thrill shivers through me and I glide my tongue back down, finally tasting her arousal. She’s sweet and heavenly. When I slip a finger inside of her, and tease her with long strokes of my tongue, my senses overload.

A soft moan escapes her as she lays back against the counter. Her hips lift as she shoves her cunt against my mouth. So needy, so deprived, so hungry. I can feel the pressure of her desperation on my tongue. Each whimper from her is my reward. It propels me to keep going, faster, and with more precision.

“Mmm, it’s so good,” she purrs.

“Yeah?” I encourage, twirling my tongue against her. “How good?”

“It’s so fucking good,” she pants, bucking her hips.

I sink two fingers inside her as I suck her clit and she gasps. I can’t help but release a satisfied chuckle against her heat. Her pussy pulses and clenches around my fingers and I go lightheaded from her reaction.

“More, please, Moretti,” she begs, breathless.

I give her more. Another finger, more licks, more sucks. “That’s it, Kit-Kat. Let me hear how you sound when you come.”

She gives me exactly what I ask for. Rosie lets herself fall. She moans louder and chantsfuck yesover and over in a whisper, the words tumbling on top of each other until her hips stop thrashing and all I can hear is her heavy breathing.

I gaze up at her from between her legs and we make eye contact. Heat flares in her brown eyes and pink flushes across her cheeks.

“That sound was even better than the ones you made earlier with the cinnamon roll.” I grin proudly. “I win.”

She lets out a belly laugh, her body shaking on top of the countertop.

CHAPTER9

Rosie

Fine. The orgasm was better than eating a cinnamon roll.

But giving Nico that satisfaction pisses me off. I don’t think his ego needs it. Or maybe it does. He hasn’t been with a woman for six months. Maybe I’ve got him all wrong and a boost of confidence is exactly what he needs.

Still reeling from my orgasm, I sit on the edge of the kitchen island and run my fingers over his rippled abs. When I trace the outline of his impressive pecs, he shivers. Finding his ticklish spots is not something I intended on, but it’s something I find endearing. I also hope it’s something I’ll forget. The fewer details seared in my memory, the better.

Nico groans while he peppers my neck with kisses. All the kissing is too intimate but he’s dead set on drawing this out. I can’t blame him. Everything feels amazing. Every touch, every sensation, sets tiny sparks to my skin. And it’s been so long since I’ve been ravished like this.

My fingers have been aching to touch his massive cock, procrastinating with their detour over his chest. But I’m desperate to wrap my hand around it. Eager to stroke it but more so, I’m fucking dying for Nico to fill me with it.

Nico glides his nose up my neck, lifts my chin, and kisses me. It’s sensual and his tongue greedily parts my lips. I can’t resist him. I kiss him back. I’m just as impatient. Like my mouth can’t get enough of his. My lips and tongue submit to him willingly.

I reach my hand out and find his cock, so hard, so ready.

He inhales sharply and his reaction sets a blaze to my senses. I wrap my hand around the firm base and stroke it. The more I do, the harder his breathing becomes, the deeper he kisses me, his tongue prodding my own like he can’t get enough. I tease him, rubbing my thumb across the tip, and find him dripping.

My yearning skyrockets. The confirmation that he’s as into this as I am drives me wild.

“Woman, I’m gonna come in your hand if you keep rubbing me like that.”

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