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I only hear a strangled moan, but she does what I ask like the good girlshe is. My fingers are slick when I take them back, and then I push both of them into her pussy while my mouth works her clit.

“Fuck! Vince,” is all she can say before her moans and pants take over.

My tongue is lapping at her clit, my fingers thrusting in and out of her, and I don’t let up until she comes all over my hand. I lick my fingers clean, still craving the taste of her even though my face was just buried in her sweet cunt.

Bree’s orgasm haze diminishes after a few seconds, and even on her shaky legs, she hops off the counter and gets on her knees.

Oh, fuck.“My turn,” she says as she reaches for the buttons of my jeans. Before she does it right here, I pick her up off the floor and throw her over my shoulder. I don't bother to pull her dress down, but when she starts to complain, I smack her ass.

Hard.

Her squirming on my shoulder and pressing her legs together lets me know she liked it, so I do it again.

“If you’re going to get on your knees for me, I want you on your knees in my bed, where nobody can walk in on us.”

“But—” I shut her up with a hard smack to her ass.

“And if I’m fucking you for the first time, I want it to be in a soft bed so you’re comfortable.”

“Aww, that’s nice,” is all she says behind my back.

“Trust me, angel, there’s nothing nice about what we’re about to do.”

Chapter thirty-five

— SLOW DOWN BY CHASE ATLANTIC

I carry Bree intomy room before I throw her on my bed, her dress still hiked up above her hips. I drink her in as she sits on her elbows, cheeks flushed, thighs glistening with arousal, her eyes hooded as she looks up at me.

My beautiful fucking angel. My beautiful Bree.

Ever since I tasted her, I’ve been craving the feeling of her unraveling around my dick. I know that once I feel her tight pussy wrapped around me, I’ll be ruined.

And I’m perfectly okay with that.

“Vince, take your pants off,” she orders as she crawls over to where I stand at the edge of my bed. “I want to feel you, baby.”

I grab her chin in my hand. She’s in control, but that’s not going to stop me from bossing her around. “Unbutton my jeans and take my dick out.”

Her cheeks flush harder as she does what I tell her. Her hands take their sweet time pushing my jeans and boxers down, and as I step out of them, I’m caught off guard by her mouth wrapping around the head of my dick.

“Fuck, baby.”

Her mouth takes me deeper, and the only sounds I hear are the ones she’s making as she groans around my dick.Fuck,I have to stop myself from coming down her throat.

“That’s it,” I coax her as she takes me entirely—all nine inches. “You look so beautiful with my dick down your throat, angel.”

Her eyes all but roll to the back of her head, and when she cups my balls, I have to pull out.

This girl fucking unravels me, and before we take the last step, I want to double-check. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I’m not going to break, Vince. I don't want you holding back. I’ll be fine. I’m aching for you, so hurry the fuck up.”

“Whatever you need, baby,” I say, kissing her fiercely until she moans in my mouth. “How do you want to take it?”

She only groans in response. “I don't fucking care, Vince. Fuck me like I’m famous.”

I stifle a twin groan. “Get on those pretty knees of yours and face the mirror.”

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