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“Do you not like it when I look at your pussy, baby? Knowing how good I’ll make it feel? Anticipating the moment when I fucking devour it?”

She whimpers in response, and my cock is so hard I can hardly stand it.

“Turn around.”

Standing to her full height, she steps out of her panties and faces me. Bending down, she goes to take her shoes off, but I narrow my gaze at her. “Leave them on.”

I hold up my finger and make a come hither motion, and she does with a smirk on her face.

“Okay, shoe fetish then.”

Rising to my knees, I grab her waist on either side and lay her down in front of the fire.

“I do not have a stripper fetish. Nor do I have a shoe fetish. I have a McKinley fetish. It’s all you, baby. You drive me insane. Now spread your legs, so I can make you come like it’s my fucking job.”

She closes her thighs tight. “I don’t think so, Wild. You aren’t touching me until you’re naked. You made me strip for you. Your turn.”

Standing up, I feign annoyance. “Playing dirty, are we, filthy girl?”

She shakes her head. “I’m playing fair.”

I remove my jacket as she watches me with burning eyes. I toss it aside and unbutton my shirt, as she lays naked on the floor, licking her lips. After tossing my shirt on the floor, I undo my belt buckle, eliciting a moan from her without even touching her, and it’s nearly my undoing. Quickly, I remove my pants, along with my underwear, and growl, “Now spread those fucking beautiful thighs.”

She does as she’s told, never taking her eyes from my hard as steel cock.

“Filthy girl.”

Kneeling, I grab the heels of her shoes on either side, and push her legs back and stare at her drenched pussy.

She wiggles her ass in anticipation as she moans my name.

“Jagger.”

“You’re dripping for me, filthy girl. Not only are you my greatest fetish, but my favorite flavor.”

I push my tongue inside her and swirl it around, as she digs her nails into my scalp, with a pretty moan falling from her lips. While I fuck her with my tongue, she reaches down with her free hand and rubs her swollen clit. I know my girl well, and she wants to hurry up and come so she can get my cock. This is how it works. Until she has an orgasm, I won’t fuck her. I’ll never be the man that takes without giving first. Not only because that’s an asshole move, but also, I fucking love making her come.

Her back arches from the floor, and perspiration trickles down her body, as she trembles with an orgasm. I groan as I remove my tongue from her pussy, because this is when she’s the most stunning.

“Please, Jagger,” she pants with need, “I need you inside me.”

I could make her wait, but I don’t because I’m as ravenous for her, as she is for me. Releasing one hand from her shoe, I guide my cock inside her with a grunt.

“Fuck.”

That first thrust is perfection. Her pussy is always so wet and tight for me. I’ll never understand why it feels so different with her than any other woman I’ve been with. I pull out most of the way and slam back inside her, as I look into her lust filled eyes.

“Fucking perfection.”

I let go of her feet, climb over her and kiss her, while I rock in and out of her. She moans as I swirl my tongue with hers. She lifts her hips, meeting every one of my thrusts with one of her own. Wrapping her legs around my hips, her heels dig into my back slightly, and she places her hands on my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. My future wife is perfect. I groan into hermouth as I fill her pussy with my cum, wishing she weren’t on birth control, so I could put my baby inside her.

CHAPTER FORTY

MCKINLEY

Waking up without Jagger next to me is not my favorite way to start the day. I squash my urge to find him and jump into his arms, when I hear the distant sound of a guitar strumming, along with his sexy as hell voice singing. Clearly, he is working on something, so I take a shower and get dressed without disturbing him. Walking down to the kitchen, I can still hear the faint sounds of music, although I’m getting further away. I smile to myself when I notice he already made coffee, which he does for me, because he doesn’t drink it.

I pour myself a cup and add my sugar free cream to it. My diet is different from what it once was, but some things I’ve kept. I’m not obsessed with losing weight, or every bite I put into my body, but I choose not to fill it with unnecessary sugar either. I still try to eat healthy the majority of the time. Jagger helped me develop a workout routine that I’m happy with. It turns out the rock god knows a bit about working out. After all, you don’t get a body like his without work.

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