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“Oh my god,” she sighs, her eyes taking in the size of what she does to me.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Vale. I swear, I’ll lose my mind and our secret if I’m ever inside you. So, instead…” I crawl over her, needing to kiss her mouth, but I can’t, so I demand, “You’re going to fuck my face with your sweet pussy while I fuck your bed, and I won’t come until I’m drinking yours.”

“Let me taste you,” she gasps. “Nash, let me taste you when you come.”

I don’t agree. Leaning down, I kiss, then bite her neck, fighting the urge to shred her apart until she’s mine. “Time to lose control, Vale.”

But I don’t. This is for her.

I’ve been reading so much in her books about clitoral kisses, suction puckers, and coreplay; I’m about to earn a PhD in her sweet pussy.

I travel down her body, taking my first suck of her hard nipple, and she cups my head, holding me here, her back arching off the bed, her moans my reward for waiting so long.

For years, I’ve obsessed over what it would be like to suck her tits, and once I start, I don’t want to stop. She makes my cock leak. She keeps arching for me, grabbing my hair and moaning when I tongue her nipples, crying out when I suck them. I reach down, barely tickling her clit as I do, and my name keeps filling her gasp.

I can’t take anymore.

I rise, kneeling between her thighs. “Scoot up, baby, to the top of the bed.” She obeys. “That’s it. Now, hold your thighs back. Let me see you spread open for me.”

She holds her knees, and I groan at the shameless sight of her unfolding, of her pink petals, her glistening opening, her swollen lips, her little puckered hole, and the sexy little trim of black hair she keeps groomed over her mound.

I stroke myself, my breath deepening, staring at her, at what I’ve desired for so long, and she surprises me, clenching her muscles, letting me see her swell before my eyes.

“Is this what you want, Mr. Allen?” She does it again, making me watch her opening pulse. “You want to see how wet my pussy gets for you? Come on. Take a little taste of me.”

“Goddamn, you’re my poison.” I salivate. I’ve never been this thirsty before, wanting the taste of a woman so bad. I’ve never felt this dirty and deserving. This desire and determination.

Iwillmake her come. I won’t live without tasting her fall apart over my tongue.

I lie between her thighs, inhaling her and starting slow, steaming my lips gently over hers.

“Oh god, your beard,” she gasps. “Oh god, Nash, it’s so hot. I can feel it on my pussy.”

I grin, barely lingering my tongue from her slick entrance, working my way up to her pearled clit. Gently, I kiss it, and it ignites her moans. I press down, holding her mound still while my tongue is a feather over her clit, my fingertip rimming her entrance. For minutes, every touch is light and teasing until I taste her honey. Until she’s dripping, her breath telling me she needs more.

Much more.

Slowly, I slide my middle finger inside her, swirling my tongue over her clit at the same time, and her desperate moans drop into hungry groans. Her taste fills my mouth, making my hips grind, thrusting my hard cock into her mattress.

She tastes sweeter than I ever imagined. She’s driving me fucking insane with this wet pussy.

Forever, I devour her, getting off on her smell, sounds, taste, and pleasure until it glosses my chin, until I need more, too.

“Look at me, Vale.” I gaze up at her as she meets my stare. “Prop up on some pillows so you can watch.”

She lets go of her legs to grab my pillow and hers while I lift her legs over my shoulders.

“Now do it,” I demand. “Watch me eat your sweet pussy, and use your hips, putting it all over my face. Make me lick and suck you. Make me fuck you with my mouth. Don’t let me breathe anything butyou.”

“Oh god,” she sighs, sinking her hands into my hair while I let her guide me.

I slide two fingers inside her while I offer my tongue to serve her demanding clit. Fisting my hair, she controls me and her pleasure. She moves in small circles, then fast jerking motions while I lick, suck, and slurp, losing my mind to the salacious sounds of my spit, her arousal and moans mixing with mine.

Wedging my knees into her bed, the urge is too strong; I make the tempo of my tongue match the thrust of my hips, my cock rubbing against her sheets, imagining all the times she’s fucked herself on them while thinking of me as her juice slides down my neck.

It makes me groan into her writhing sex.She’s wanted me as much as I’ve wanted her.I put the urge to bite her, to have her, to literally eat Vale’s pussy alive into my tongue, fluttering over her swollen clit.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out, holding my head so tight and fucking my face with her pussy; her suffocation is my salvation. I want to dive into her. I need to thrust my hard cock so deep inside her; I make my fingers do it. I pump them hard, making Vale cry out, “Yes, Nash. Yes!”

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