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I grit out a curse. “Fuck, baby. It drives me wild when I hear you say things like that.”

“How long did it take you to come?” she asks.

“Not even two minutes,” I say, kissing up the inside of her thigh. I flick my tongue on her clit, teasing her before pulling away. “I came so hard.”

I flick her clit some more. The sound of her moaning and whimpering fills my bedroom.

“Do you want more sexy pictures of me for you to jerk off to when you’re away?”

I still and lean up to look at her, stunned by what she just said.

“Fuck, yeah.”

She aims a pleasure-drunk smile at me. “Get my phone. Let’s take some pictures.”

Chapter 45

Dakota

Sam darts out of the room and is back with my phone in just a few seconds.

I chuckle. “That was fast.”

He hands it to me and I unlock it, then hand it back.

I hold his gaze. “Take as many photos as you’d like and text them to your phone. You can even take a video if you want.”

His eyes widen as he stares at me and he stumbles back a step, like he’s completely knocked over by my words.

A hard swallow moves down his throat. “You’d really be okay with that?”

“Yeah. I trust you, Sam.”

My heart swells in my chest. It’s the truth. I trust him more than I’ve trusted any guy I’ve ever been with.

“Spread your legs, beautiful,” he says in that commanding tone that always, always drives me wild.

I spread my legs as wide as I can. He snaps a few photos, then kneels on the bed next to me. He pulls down the cups of my lace bra so my boobs are hanging out.

Heat flashes in his eyes. “Jesus, you’rehot.”

I smile, pride swelling in my chest at just how much Sam wants me. He takes more photos.

“Play with your tits.”

I raise my bound hands to my breast and tease my nipple. He makes a low, animal noise and takes more pics.

“I wanna see that perfect ass too,” he growls.

I flip over and get on my knees so my ass is in the air. After a few seconds, he grips my cheek in his hand and squeezes. I moan.

He kisses each cheek, then spreads them apart.

“There’s that pretty little asshole,” he says. “Can I taste you here, beautiful? I’ve been dying to.”

My clit pulses. I’ve never had anyone do that before, but I’m aching for Sam to do it.

“Yes. I want it,” I whimper.

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