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“Nix—”

“Shh, I got you.” His fingers slid up and down between my folds. I was sticky wet and on edge.

“Nix.” My voice cracked.

“I know, baby, but you gotta use your words for me, beautiful.”

“Nix, please… touch me. Please! I need your touch.” My hands clenched the sheets below me.

“Like this?” His thumb moved up and touched my clit, and I moaned. Loudly. I couldn’t hold back. Nixon teased me relentlessly with the pad of his thumb while he drew small, hardly-there circles around my swollen clit. My toes curled. The friction made me so wet I could feel it.

But it still wasn’t enough.

I squirmed against his touch, trying to find the pressure I needed, but his free hand held me in place. “Uh-uh,” he tsked. “What do you need to do for me, pretty girl?”

“Hard. I need more. Inside. Lick… lick me. Oh god!” His finger dipped inside of me, and he made a dark rumbling sound that reminded me of an animal. Before I could look at him, his mouth was there.

I’d watched movies. Read dirty smutty books that made my heart race. But never had I actually experienced anyone's mouth on me. And Nix’ mouth? He hadn’t been eating me for a minute yet, but he easily had a five-star rating from me.

He started kissing my pussy. Soft brushes against my sensitive folds that made me squirm and ache. The scruff on his jaw tickled and set delicious sparks of heat throughout my body. Up and down. And before I could get used to it, he really started to lick. Licks turned to devouring. I was breathless as my back arched off the mattress, trying to move my sex closer to his face. His mouth never stopped, all while he finger-fucked me.

It was beautiful.

The sensations made me feel like I was about to come out of my skin.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, Ni-Ni-Nix! Gah!” I came. I reached the highest of highs and soared off a cliff of bliss.

My body convulsed, and I writhed against his mattress like I was a woman possessed, but I didn’t care. All I could do was feel and let myself drown in the euphoria he created. Not that I got long to enjoy it. He pulled me up, and I realized he was completely naked. Somewhere between making fireworks burst behind my eyes and me catching my breath, he’d torn everything off his gorgeous body.

He lifted me up and into his arms before settling the two of us back in the middle of his bed. Without saying a word, I opened my legs and straddled him, hovering right over his thickness while we kissed. It was slow and sweet and so perfect tears prickled in my eyes, but not one rolled down my face.

“We don’t have to,” he panted in a rough whisper when he pulled away. His eyes searched mine. “You can just rub against me, and that’s enough.” My hips moved. His jaw clenched and his eyes shut tight for a second. “Or we can stop and—” I didn’t let him say another word.

I kissed him with a smile on my lips as I slowly started to drop down. “Vivi,” he growled his warning, but I didn’t want to hear it.

“I want you,” I whispered confidently. “Can’t you feel how much I want you?” His tip dragged against my folds before I stopped when he was lined perfectly at my entrance.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned and made sounds that fed something inside of me. He said I’d woken something in him, but he’d brought a sex kitten out of me. One I hardly recognized and didn’t expect but fucking loved.

“I know. I know you would stop if I wanted. But I don’t need to. I don’t want to,” I whispered, pressing my lips against his between words.

“Thank god,” he groaned. “Take me, kitten. Take me all the way in.” I nodded and started to take him inside of me. The tip of his dick nudged and started to slide inside of me. I gasped, and his arms wrapped around me.

“Nixon!” I cried out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cursed. “You’re so tight. Jesus Christ, kitten, so fucking tight.”

“Oh god,” I whined. “You feel so big, so good. Oh my god, honey.” His lips crashed against mine, and in that moment, we were so close together we were no longer two people.

We were one.

I had no idea where I started and he ended, and I never wanted to find out. Nothing in my life had made more sense than the two of us. Forever. Everything I had lived in my life, the good and bad, had led me to him. And I was more than okay with it. I would do it all over again if it meant finding myself right here and now with him.

“Fuck, ride, ride me, kitten. Hard. Ride me,” he growled, and I did as he asked. Slowly, I rose and dropped, taking him in and pulling him out. His thick length stretched me but felt incredible.

I felt whole.

“Nix, Nix, oh, wow, this… this is… Never ever had this, baby…”

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