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And again.
I alternate between warm and cold, not allowing her time to catch her breath.
I’m so impossibly hard, my cock threatens to rip the zipper of my suit pants.
I plunge both hands in the icy cold water, but this time she doesn’t get my mouth.
“You like that, sweetness?” I ask, my voice rough, as my cold fingers fuck her sweet pussy. The thumb of my free hand moves languorously over her hard clit.
As I build up her arousal, I ratchet mine.
“Oh— Dear God— Levi—” she grips the white sheets hard.
“I want an answer,” I demand.
“It feels so good,” she says in a breathy voice. Her hips move in rhythm with hard thrusts, silently begging for more “So, so good.”
“I love the way you respond to me.”
“The things you do to me...”
“You mean like this?”
I pinch her clit.
“Jesus Christ!” she shouts.
I close my lips around her clit and suck hard.
She whimpers.
Without warning, I pull away.
“Wh— What— Why did you stop? Please don’t stop.”
“What exactly do you want, sweetness? You want my icy fingers fucking you? Or my lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it hard?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, to which one?”
“I want it all,” she blurts out. “I need your fingers and your mouth,” she’s nearly delirious.
“You’re a greedy girl.”
“Yes. Sure. Whatever. Just don’t stop.”
I chuckle in amusement.
“You’re making me lose my mind and you think it’s funny?” she demands.
“No, sweetness, I think it’s sexy as fuck, and I’m not going to lie, I love hearing you beg.”
“Please, please, please, Levi.”
How can I refuse her?
I pull my fingers from her pussy.
