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My heart went into overdrive.
Hammering toward a state of impatience, I watched in awe as his eyes were now clouded in apparent desire. So much that he leaned in close to my center, right up against the fabric of my thong, and inhaled.
Holy shit.
“I’m trying to do the respectful thing here and not rip that sexy-as-fuck thong from your body, but I’m really fucking struggling right now, Doe…”
My breathing went askew.
I think I had a chance of orgasming from his words alone.
“I like this thong, but if you promise to buy me another one, I’ll let you do whatever you want with this pair.”
His shoulders dipped as his fingers delved into the sides of my underwear.
“I’ll buy you every panty, bra, matching set, whatever the hell you want if it means I get to take it all off of you.”
Then instead of ripping them off like I thought he would do, he gently pulled them down my waist, past my knees, and down to my feet where he helped me out of them.
I was fully exposed now.
Dripping, throbbing, needy, I was seconds away from begging.
“Fuck.” He tossed my thong to the side and leaned in close once again until his mouth was only a breath away from my pussy.
A shudder of nerves and vibrations cascaded down my spine.
I wanted him now.
I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath of air, and finally, on the swipe of his tongue along his bottom lip, I knew he was eager to satisfy his hunger. “Lift your leg over my shoulder, baby. And no hovering either, I know you’ve thought about suffocating me a time or two since you’ve been here.”
He wrapped his whole hand around my thigh.
“Here’s your chance, Doe.”
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My jaw had dropped from his command. He wanted the entirety of my pussy to cover his face and the mere thought of it had me going feral. With his hand still on my outer thigh, he gave me a firm squeeze in question.
He was waiting for my submission.
Starved eyes and all, he waited patiently.
On a single breath that I knew I needed to take, I then gradually lifted my leg off the ground with the help of Mal.
“Hands in my hair, Doe,” he demanded as my thigh was now draped over his shoulder. “Yank as hard as you need to, I plan on getting my fill of you.”
In the blink of an eye, his mouth had latched onto my core. My fingers immediately sought out his hair.
Tongue exploring, he ventured to places no man has touched in years. Through my folds, not quite to my clit yet, I could barely contain the moan that soon filled the air around us.
Every movement was thorough.
Planned out and executed with precision. Almost like he knew exactly where to lick, kiss, and nibble to make me cry out in ecstasy.
But he kept purposefully avoiding that spot that was now beginning to ache with every missed stroke of his tongue.
