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Colt nipped my bottom lip. “Is this what you want, Freya? You want me to touch you?”

I took in the face that had haunted my dreams since I was fifteen, and a smile curved my lips, probably the first genuine one I’d felt in years. “Yes.”

His shoulders slumped with what appeared to be relief. “Has any man been here with his mouth or fingers?” he demanded, looking into my eyes.

Cheeks on fire, I shook my head.

“Look at you blushin’ like a good girl,” he said thickly. “You know the minute I touch this pussy, I’m breakin’ all the rules?”

My thighs clenched at the mere thought of the forbidden shit we were about to do. Biting my lip, I nodded.

“It’s worth it ‘cause you saved all it for me, Freya,” he said huskily. “Now, spread your legs. Let me see what a virgin pussy looks like.”

My eyes flicked over his muscular shoulders, then lower, taking in his broad, firm chest containing a smattering of hair slightly darker than I expected. Slowly, I spread my legs apart.

“Lean back on the bed, Freya,” he ordered.

I obeyed.

He sat up and tugged my ass off the bed, hoisting my left leg over his shoulder. His eyes lifted to hit mine, and he grinned devilishly, repeating the action with my right leg until it was just his shoulders holding my lower body up.

I grabbed his arm and yelped.

“Trust me,” he said, tone thick with need. His eyes lowered, resting on my pussy which by then was inches from his face. “You’re everythin’, baby. So fuckin’ beautiful.” He nuzzled closer, making me moan as moisture flooded my core.

Eyes still on mine, he slid his hand to my pussy and parted my folds with two fingers, holding me open, he tongued my clit, rumbling deep in his chest.

I moaned as a jolt of electricity rushed through my body, the vibrations sending a delicious shudder through me. My back arched higher as Colt’s tongue flicked harder, lashing at my clit.

“Jesus.” I whimpered.

“He ain’t gonna help you now, baby girl. Gonna make this little cunt weep for me.” With another growl, Colt’s eyes darkened to the color of twilight as he stared up at me, seemingly mesmerized. “Always reckoned you were beautiful, Freya, with that gorgeous hair and exquisite body. But the sight of you like this, all glowing skin, pert little nipples, and tight, wet pussy...” his voice trailed off, face softening. “Baby, you’re spectacular.”

His tongue came out again and laved at my clit, eyes still holding mine hostage. His mouth covered my pussy, and his tongue flicked inside me in short, dense, fucking motions.

“Colt,” I moaned.

His eyes were like magnets, drawing me in with untold promises deep within their depths.“Sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted,” he muttered in a voice almost demonic with need. “Can’t wait to give you my cock.” He pulled back and blew a hard breath over my clit, making me cry out at the sensation.

His thumbs pulled me apart until I was totally exposed to him. He leaned forward, seeming to take my entire core into his mouth, and sucked hard.

My hips bucked, and I groaned when he changed tactics and speared his tongue inside my clenching pussy, fucking me with it as deeply as possible while his thumb circled my clit. He kept alternating between tonguing me and sucking on my clit, making me climb higher.

I’d read about sex and even watched porn on occasion, but it seemed like Colt knew my body better than I did. I’d climaxed countless times in my darkened bedroom while I touched myself to thoughts of him and all the ways I could make him mine, but I’d never experienced anything like this.

He released a growl, and the vibration hit my core. The stimulation was too much. With a loud wail, I arched against his face, circling my hips and forcing his tongue deeper as my orgasm hit from nowhere.

Everything pulsed, even my nerve endings burned, and I cried out again and again as my orgasm pounded through me.

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered, lashing my clit again. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

I whimpered as his thick tongue fucked me through my climax. He moaned into my pussy while his tongue laved my clit. My thighs started to shake, my core still pulsing with aftershocks from the force of the orgasm he’d given me.

Colt hummed with pleasure before pulling back, kissing my mound, and placing my feet back on the floor.

“Jesus, Colt,” I whispered, limbs heavy with exhaustion as I scooched back onto my bed. “My legs don’t work.”

He chuckled. “I’ve got ya, Princess. You’ll be okay in a minute.” He stood, blue eyes burning into mine as he popped his buttons, pulled his jeans down his legs, and kicked them off.

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