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I go to slide her panties off, and she lifts her hips eagerly. Once they’re out of the way, I take a good, long look at her.

“Fuck,” I murmur. “You’re pretty everywhere.” I run a finger along her slit, and then open her up so I can see all of her. Pink. Wet. Perfect. I lick the inside of her thighs again, moving slowly toward her delicious center. When I finally get there, where I want to be, she lets out a ragged cry.

She tastes incredible. Just as sweet as I imagined. Sweeter, maybe. I press my face into her pussy, drawing my beard over her. She squirms against my face, and I want more. I rub her clit with the bridge of my nose and eat her out like she’s manna from heaven.

Because she is.

I absolutely devour her, licking, sucking, holding her hips as she bucks against me. She’s panting, gasping for breath, pulling at my hair as I suck her clit, tonguing it relentlessly. I want to make her come just with my mouth, like I’d made her come just with my hands. I thrust my tongue in and out of her tight channel, shoving my nose hard against her clit. Her sharp intake of breath lets me know exactly what she likes, and she likes it hard and fast. I’m happy to oblige, dragging my beard over her sensitive bud.

She moans with pleasure, and I do it again and again, before dipping back to taste her, licking her with long, firm strokes. When her legs start shaking, I attack her clit, raking my teeth across it and sucking it with intense pressure.

She comes against my face, crying out her orgasm. She’s loud and I fucking love it. I never want to stop licking her, tasting her, but she’s tugging at my hair.

I come up for air, and she looks like another of my wet dreams, disheveled, dress hiked over her hips, hair a mess, legs open, wet from my mouth and her come.

“Vinny,” she moans. “That was amazing.”

I kiss her and she doesn’t pull away. Yes. Perfect. Her hand slides down to my cock again, stroking me through my pants.

“You still have all your clothes on,” she murmurs.

“I do,” I say, tracing a finger over her sensitive clit.

She lets out a little gasp.

I draw my hands up to her hips and pull her dress all the way off.

I growl a curse and lean over to lick the peaks of her full breasts, take her into my mouth again as my fingers reach down to stroke her pussy.

“Vinny,” she gasps, jerking against me. “I want…”

I’m teasing her tight core with my fingers.

“What do you want, baby?” I ask, scraping her nipples with my beard.

“I want to touch you,” she moans.

Her hands are on my back.

“You are,” I say, separating her folds.

She whimpers. “Vinny. Please.”

“Please what?”

I graze my teeth over her nipples. It’s so much fucking fun teasing her. I’m gliding my fingers over her hot, wet pussy, and I can feel her muscles clench, wanting more.

“I want your cock. I want you naked on top of me with your cock so deep inside me. I want to know how it feels to come around it.”

If I don’t take my pants off now, I might not be able to after that comment. I tease her for a few long moments, though. I want her desperate, needy, screaming out my name.

She angles for my cock again, so I move out of her reach but start taking off my clothes. When she grabs for me a third time, I flip her over so she’s on her stomach. I shed my clothes and pull her down so her legs are hanging off the end of my bed. I push my face into her delicious pussy again. I play with her clit until she’s shaking, and then I stop. She cries out in frustration.

“What,” I ask, rubbing my cock against her ass. “What is it?”

She pushes that luscious ass against me. It feels fucking great.

“You’re a bastard,” she hisses. “You know what I want.”

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