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Licking . . .
Sucking some more.
“Dex,” I moan, unable to do anything but beg. And whisper. “Oh my God ... don’t stop ... oh shit ... yesss.”
He doesn’t stop.
Of course he doesn’t.
Instead, he sucks harder, his tongue and fingers working to bring me closer and closer.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod . . .
My body trembles, legs too. If I had to get up and walk right now, I’d fall. I’d be incapable.
I can feel the climax building, threatening to push me over the brink. I’m not ready, but at the same time I want it so bad.
So bad.
So so bad . . .
Just as I’m about to let go, he pulls back, leaving me teetering on the edge.
“Nope. Not yet,” he murmurs, voice husky with desire. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
Yes, please.
My mouth opens to say the words, but before I can get them out, he has me off the counter and on my feet. Pushes down his jeans. Watching him while my limbs shake, I’m then turned to face the cold stone surface as his hands resume roaming my body.
Dex grasps my hips.
Bends me forward.
I am at his mercy—or that’s how it feels.
It feels naughty and I love it.
His breath is hot against my neck; it tickles.
“So fucking sexy.”
He positions himself so that with one slow and deliberate motion he can enter me from behind. He fills me completely, and I gasp, the sensation overwhelming.Literally no one has ever fucked me from behind before, and I relish being bent over.
My fingers grip the counter for balance and support.
Dex’s pace is relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.
Yes . . .
Yes . . .
Yes!
So close.
He pumps his hips. Thrusts.
Grunts.
