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She was twisting the blankets in her hands as she cried out.

“Oh God. Sir. I don’t think I can hold it much longer. I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah? Do you like my tongue fucking your little cunt? Do you want to come all over my face?”

“Yes. I do. I want to come all over your face,” she practically shouted.

“Soon, sweet little cum slut. Soon.”

The talking should have been enough of a break to hold her back a little while longer, but he plunged two fingers inside her and resumed licking her clit and she quaked around him and he knew he would either have to let her fail and punish her, or give her the permission she was craving.

It was wrong to set a submissive up for failure, but sometimes it was fun to dance around the edges of it and see just how far they could go. But he had mercy on her.

“Come for me, whore.”

She squeezed his fingers and a rush of liquid flood his hand as he licked her swollen nub.

“Such a good little slut. You come so good for me,” he praised as he pumped his hand in and out of her and worked her up to the edge of another one. “What do you say when I’m nice and give you an orgasm?”

“Thank you, Sir,” she cried.

“Good girl. Come again.”

Her body convulsed, and she gripped the sheets as she cried out.

He forced three more orgasms from her body before she was limp and coated in sweat.

Only then did he strip out of his own clothes and slide his cock into her pussy.

“I’m going to fill you up sweet slut. Is that what you’ve been craving? A cunt full of my cum?”

“Yes,” she cried as he fucked her.

“That’s what I thought.”

There were no more words as he settled into a rhythm and lost himself in her body. The way she gripped him with her pussy and dug into his back with her nails made him harder, and he growled as he picked up the pace and slammed into her.

Their grunts and groans filled the room, and he did his best to hold back and fuck her for as long as possible, but the sounds of her passion were too much and he had to lose himself.

When he emptied himself inside her, he collapsed over her and took in lung fulls of air.

He was in good shape for his age, but he wondered if he was too young for a heart attack with the way she had his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Can’t breathe,” she squeaked.

He rolled off her with a satisfied groan and laid next to her for several minutes before getting off the bed to start the cleanup process.

They both had early mornings, so he didn’t waste time getting them under the blankets and turning the lights out.

He’d never intended to stay the night here, but here he was watching her fall asleep again.

Chapter 19

Reva

Revarolledoverinbed and was surprised to find Noah still laying next to her. He’d been falling asleep with her, but he was usually gone by the time she got up.

She took the opportunity to really study his face. He lay on his stomach with his face turned toward her. He looked tense, like his jaw was clenched and his shoulders were tight. When was the last time he’d gotten a massage? When she was in undergrad, she’d gotten a massage therapy certificate because it was a job she could do with flexibility and earn a fair amount of money.

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