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"What about it?"

"I love it."

"Tell me what you love," I demand before darting my tongue inside and then licking all the way up to her clit.

"I...I, oh!" She loses her train of thought as I slide my middle finger inside while simultaneously sucking her clit into my mouth.

"Oh, God. Ster. Fuck!"

Her soft pleading sounds have me grinding my erection into the pallet beneath us, searching for friction of my own.

I want inside of her more than I've ever wanted anything else, but I'm not moving from this spot until her release is dripping down my chin.

Emmy doesn't make me wait long.

A mixture of moans and praises fall from her lips as I figure-eight my tongue over her clit. She's so close I can feel it. I curl my finger inside of her, stroking her sweet spot.

She detonates, her chest heaving and legs shaking as she wails my name.

Before she's even finished coming, I'm on my knees, sliding on a condom, and guiding myself inside of her. She clenches around me, and my back bows from the mind-blowing pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, yes," I encourage her as shebegins tomeet my thrusts.

She's beyond words as she once again dances on the edge of release. I'm right there with her, ready to topple over. "Come for me, Emmy. Come so I can."

She cries out and I lean down, drawing her nipple into my mouth while also applying pressure to that little bundle of nerves.

Like a fucking landslide, we crash furiously over the edge together into oblivion.

CHAPTER 40

EMMY

"Twirl,"Stella says, and I move back into the line of sight of my computer camera. I spin a little circle, and the skirt of my black dress flares out around me. "Yes! That's definitely it."

"Are you sure it's not too short? It's pretty cold outside."

"Keyword, outside. You will be inside with like a hundred other people. It's going to be hot."

"I guess you're right."

My best friend laughs. "I'm always right.Ugh.I wish I was there so I could help you get ready. And so I could go with you. This is basically the biggest party of the year.”

"I wish you were here, too, but you wouldn't want to miss your parents’ thirtieth anniversary dinner, would you?"

"For this party? Hell yes I would."

We both laugh.

"Okay, I better get going. I need to go help Mom chop vegetables for the salad."

"She's making the dinner?"

"Oh, girl, yes, they cook for everything. I'll have to bring you over for dinner one night. Mom's food will blow your mind.”

"Any home-cooked meal will blow my mind. I grew up eating food made by our chef or the highly talented Marie Callender."

Stella gives me a sad look before masking it with a smile. "Talk later, babe." She ends the call, and I close my laptop.

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