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“Yes.”

He groaned. “Look at this pretty pussy.” He nudged her legs apart, and stroked. She was waxed bare. He cupped her, dipped his fingers through her slick folds. “You’re wet already.”

“For you.”

“You’re ready for my cock too, aren’t you?”

She nodded, her face flushed.

“My good Sprite.” He pushed her thighs wider apart, and the tantalizing scent of her arousal hit him. Then he found her clit and rubbed. It was swollen and stiff.

She moved restlessly on the covers, pushing into his touch.

“Where’s your tattoo?” he demanded. “I’ve been dying to know ever since you told me.”

Her lips parted. “On my butt.”

With a growl, he flipped her over.

That ass. Perfectly curved. Then he saw the black ink on her left cheek. It was a magnolia flower.

“Pretty and sexy.” He traced the delicate lines of the tattoo with one finger and heard her gasp. Damn, he was as hard as steel. He covered her body with his, then bit her ear. She pushed her bare ass against him and rubbed.

“Needy little thing.” He pressed kisses down her spine, then he reached her ass. He kissed her tattoo, then bit her soft buttock.

She made husky, little sounds that he loved. He wanted to hear more of them.

He slid his fingers lower and buried one inside her. She let out a long moan, not afraid to show how much she wanted this, wanted him. He pulled back and slid two inside her. Damn, she was tight.

Then she pushed forward, rising up on her knees.

He groaned. “Spread wide for me, Sprite. I need to taste you so bad.” He gripped her ass cheeks, then buried his face against her, his mouth on her pussy.

She cried out, shoving back against his tongue.

“Hold still,” he growled. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy until you’re slick and begging.”

“Fine with me,” she panted.

He licked her, and she whimpered. He slid his fingers inside her and then slapped one ass cheek. He kept sliding his fingers deep as he licked and sucked.

Her tiny body was shaking while his cock was so hard that he thought it would burst through his jeans. He felt her pussy clench on his fingers, then she stiffened.

“Knox… God…” Her moan turned to a scream.

He shoved his tongue deep, licking as he squeezed her clit. Hearing her come, feeling her come, was one of the best things he’d ever experienced.

She sagged forward on the bed, limp and panting. He pressed a kiss to the top of her ass, right where she had a cute little dimple, then let his fingers trace her tattoo.

“I like your tattoo.”

She huffed out a little laugh. “I could tell.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Nola. Feel good?” He dropped a kiss to her shoulder blade.

She turned her head and looked back at him. “Yes. So, so good.”

He stroked his fingers through her slick folds, then glided them over her clit. She trembled. “Good. Because now you’re going to come for me again.”

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