Page 64 of Give You Up

He smacks aside my hand, and with his other hand gripping my hair, he unzips his zipper.

The head of his cock sits at my opening. I beg him to put his thickness inside me. Except he doesn’t. He does something utterly sexy, followed by a dirty ask. He crushes his mouth on my pussy. Mouths the lips. Clamps his mouth on my clit, the pull from his mouth having me backing up into his face.

“Fuck you taste good, Syn.”

He likes my taste. I smile into the covers.

“I want something else, Pixie Dust.”

The tip of his tongue sweeps over the sensitive strip of skin between my sex and the little sinful hole.

“Can I, babe?” His finger plays with the part of me no guy’s touched before.

“I . . . It’s so dirty, Taron.”

“It’ll be a first for us both.”

“You’ve never—”

“I’ve never wanted to finger or taste a girl here”—soft touch to my back door—“until you. Only with you.”

God, it’s so sinful, but if he wants it, I want it too.

“Yes. It’s a yes.”

He flicks his tongue over my hole. My hips jerk. My fingers clench the covers.

“Oh, God.”

“Should I stop?”

His voice is husky. Lazy. Like he likes what he is doing and would like to do more of it.

“No, don’t stop. Please, Taron. That feels so good.”

“Let me get you lubed up good, baby.”

Lubed up good? I look over my shoulder. He sticks his fingers in his mouth. Sucks on them like he is sucking on my clit or my nipples. Or how I take him in my mouth. Deep. Slow. Our gazes locked, he slips a finger in my backdoor. Every nerve comes alive. My pussy throbs. I rub myself on the edge of the mattress. Shove my face into the covers.

“You’re so tight.”

Is that so? I back up. His finger goes in deeper.

“Touch me.”

He laughs. “Greedy. I like. A lot.”

His other hand comes around. He palms my breasts through my top. It’s not enough. I want more. Helping him get to my girls, I yank the sequin top up, exposing my breasts.

He pinches the hardened buds. Strokes them. My sex aches. My breasts are heavy with need. He goes deeper in and out of my hole. Slides in a second finger.

“More, please, more.”

“Tell me what you want, Pixie Dust.”

“Touch my pussy. Please, Taron.”

He cups my sex, and I explode. His laughter crests over my climax.

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