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Thank God I got a wax a few days ago.

He inhales then groans, kisses my slit, slides his hands under my thighs, and wraps them around my hips.

I’m soaked, throbbing, and heat is rushing through me. I push my knees farther out, opening up for him, desperate for what he’s about to give me.

His tongue lashes me, gliding throughout my folds, dipping into my hole, flicking my clit.

I’m whimpering, gripping his hair, and bucking into his face. My mouth is a permanent O, as sounds I’ve never heard myself make come flying out of it.

Tingles move through me, sizzling, crackling, ready to burst into pools of pleasure.

His lips latch onto my clit while his tongue continues to flick me.

“Oh...oh...don’t stop...please don’t stop,” I cry out.

I grip his hair tighter. My back arches off the bed as I grind into his mouth.

Jamison holds me tight as adrenaline rushes through my veins, sending me soaring over the edge.

I’m shaking and trying to catch my breath when he shimmies up my naked torso. His green eyes bore into mine before he grabs my head and quickly sticks his tongue full of my orgasm in my mouth.

“You’re perfect and sexy as hell,” he proclaims between kisses.

I’m still breathing hard, and I reach down to his shorts, sticking my hand inside and stroking his hard cock. I rub the tip and feel his precum. Then slide my hand farther, surprised at how large he feels.

Is he going to fit in me? Maybe because I haven’t had sex in so long he feels so big?

I stroke him some more and push on the vein I can feel from his base to his tip, and a deep, throaty groan emerges.

“I want you, Quinn. Can I have you?”

“Yes. I want you, too,” I breathlessly tell him.

Is this really happening?

He bucks his hips up to push his shorts down and leans his naked body against me. Continuing to kiss me, he reaches over to his nightstand, opens the drawer, and fumbles around to find the condom. Bringing it to his teeth, he tears the package open, rolls the condom over his cock.

The tip of him pushes against my hole. “Wait,” I whisper.

He stops and scans my eyes. “We can stop.”

I shake my head. “No. Just...”

He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. “Quinn, we can stop.”

I shake my head harder and blurt out, “I don’t think I’ve been with anyone as big as you. Can you go slow...going in?”

He tries to bite back a smile.

My face burns with embarrassment.

He leans into my ear and quietly says, “I was already planning on it.”

I let out a breath. “Okay.”

“Wrap your legs around me, doll.”

He scoops me up and pulls me tight to him.

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