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My hand glides over her stomach and between her legs, slowly petting her pussy over the thin, cotton barrier. I bite into my lip, but even that doesn’t stop the groan that rips from my lungs. “So wet,” I murmur in approval as my fingers slide harder against her. “So hot. God, I can almost taste you on my tongue.”

“Then do it.”

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BROOK

Those silver eyes snap up, glossy and heated. I can see surprise written on his face, and I can’t stop the blush spreading over my cheeks and down my neck. But even self-conscious, my body demands more. More of Max’s kisses, more of his hands on me, more of him filling the void that’s inside of me. My core clenches, legs trembling with need.

“I want all of you, Max,” I whisper, licking at my dry lips.

Everything you want to give me and more.

His eyes grow hooded with desire, that wicked smile returning to his lips.

“My pleasure.”

Before I can even blink, Max moves away. My body misses him almost instantly, but not for long. His fingers dig into the band of my panties, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere behind him. My legs fall apart, and then he’s back, settling between them. His hands run from my ankles up to my knees, pulling my legs farther apart. He bends down, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, nibbling at the soft skin.

“Higher,” I demand, my hands reaching for his hair and pulling him to my aching center. I can feel my walls tighten at just the thought of him kissing me.

“Here?” His words are a murmur against my skin.

“M-more,” I pant as he licks up, up, up; my body shivering with every inch closer he gets to where I want him, and then he’s there, his lips pressed against my mound.

“M-Max…” I hiss. I don’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away. He’s right where I need him, yet not close enough, not nearly.

His hands tighten, fingers digging into my skin, as he pulls me closer. He eats my pussy with the same reverence he kissed me, his mouth enveloping me completely, sucking at my flesh as his tongue slides between my folds. I can’t help but shudder when his tongue circles over my clit, sucking it into his mouth and making my core clench, looking for something, anything…

“Max, I’m…”

And then he gives it to me. His tongue slides down, playing at my trembling entrance before he pushes it inside me. My fingers pull at his hair as the tension builds to the point of no return.

I call his name. My head falls back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. But even then he doesn’t let go. He holds on to me, helping me come down. Only when my breathing gets back to normal does he pull away.

I’m too spent to do anything but lie back and watch him, that shit-eating twinkle in his eyes while a smug, half-smile plays on his lips. “I was right.”

“About?” I ask sleepily. I watch him lick my arousal from his lips as he slowly crawls over me.

“You do taste amazing,” he says, and then his lips land on mine.

Moaning loudly, my hands slide over his naked torso, fingers linking behind his neck. His tongue dives inside my mouth, slowly exploring, and I can taste myself on him. It should feel weird, but it doesn’t. Instead, I pull him closer, deepening our kiss.

His hard cock presses against my thigh, its hot length reminding me that although I did get a glimpse of pleasure, I’m aching for more.

Disentangling my fingers, I let my hand slide down. My fingers wrap around his hard length and pull him out of the confines of his underwear. I can feel him twitch at my touch, a loud groan interrupting the silence as my fingers tighten around his hot cock, slowly stroking him.

Breaking our kiss, I push him on his back and help him out of his black boxer briefs. I lick my lips, eyeing his dick. My hand wraps around him again, pulling him off his abs, and just as I’m about to lean down, Max’s hand grips my shoulder.

Stunned, I look at him. “W-what is wrong?”

He looks almost pained, but he doesn’t let go. “Today’s about you,” he grits, his hands digging under my arms and pulling me up.

“But…” I try to protest, but as my naked skin brushes against his, the only thing I can do is moan loudly. He hushes me with a kiss, but there is only so much he can do to keep me quiet.

I’m draped over him, and it feels perfect, like my body was made for his. I rock against him as our kiss grows deeper, his dick settling more into my core. I’m sliding over him, almost desperately trying to find release. He’s coated in my juices, making it so easy to glide over his length. His tip nudges my entrance, making my head fall back and breaking our kiss.

“This is crazy,” Max protests as his hands grip my hips, but he doesn’t make a move to stop.

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