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She put her forehead against his and picked up one of his hands. She brought it between them and he slid his fingers into her pants and cupped her through her panties.

“Jesus Christ, Darci. You’re soaked. Did the comedy show make you wet baby?”

She giggled and tried to grind herself against his fingers, but he pulled them free.

“Answer me. Why is this pussy so damn wet?”

“You. Sitting there next to me, being all hot and acting like a gentleman. Barely touching me all night. It’s like you were teasing me without even meaning to.”

He tilted his head and nuzzled her neck. “And why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

She blushed, and he lifted away from her neck to look her in the eye.

“Just because I’m not your Dom doesn’t mean you don’t have to communicate with me, lover. I want to know any time you’re horny for me because chances are I’m dying for you, too.”

Her mouth formed a surprised little o, and he smirked. “You’re so cute when you’re fighting your submissive side.”

She gave him a mock glare and dipped her head to kiss him. Then sat up and said, “I want you to fuck me hard on your couch, Bradley.”

He lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. “Then stand up and strip, baby.”

She stuck her bottom lip out. “You’re still wearing all your clothes.”

He shrugged. “I’ll take them off eventually, but right now it’s your turn.”

She rolled her shoulders and Bradley was mesmerized by the way her body moved. He could see her fingers trembling while she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips, taking her panties with them. When she reached behind her to unhook the bra, he almost couldn’t take it anymore.

“Bend over the arm of the couch.”

Her eyes grew wide, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to spank you. Unless you want me to, that is.”

She gave a nervous laugh. “Not tonight. But someday.”

“Good girl,” he murmured when she obeyed and laid herself over the arm of his sofa.

He stood and moved behind her so he could grip her hips. Then he dropped to his knees and spread her legs wider so he could see all of her.

She was damp, and he couldn’t resist the urge to lick the entire length of her pussy.

She sucked in a breath when his tongue reached the dark rosebud of her back entrance.

“Bradley,” she breathed.

“What baby? You don’t like me tasting all of you?”

She whimpered but didn’t object anymore, so he returned to exploring her with his tongue. Her taste was something he would never get enough of. He wanted to taste it every morning when he woke up and again at night before he fell asleep.

“Bradley, please, I need more.”

He brought his lips to her clit and sucked gently while he slid one finger inside her pussy.

She was drenched and ready for him and he wanted to stand up and drive into her, but he needed to feel her come first.

He licked and sucked and fucked her with his fingers while she writhed on the couch. A gush of moisture coated his fingers when she fell over the edge a few minutes later, calling his name.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of her as she rode the pleasure.

“I want you inside me.”

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