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She moans, and her hips move again, chasing the sensation, frantic.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Your mouth.”

I groan. “That’s right, Savannah, tell me exactly what you want, so I can make you feel good. Tell me how many times you want to come tonight, and then this tight little pussy will be ready for me.”

“So many times,” she pants, and I push her beautiful, muscled legs apart and set myself to work.

There’s never been anything better than this.

CHAPTER 30

SAVANNAH

I’ve died and gone to heaven. Tyler’s tongue, his mouth on me, the way he dirty talks… I love it. I can’t stop grinding against his face, and his hands clamp on my butt, holding me in place so he can torture me with endless pleasure.

He circles his tongue in a tantalizing way, but when he sucks my clit? I think I am actually going to die if I don’t come soon.

“Relax, Peaches. Let it happen. Tell me what you want.”

“Your fingers, I need more.” I hardly recognize my voice. He laughs, then continues licking, driving me out of my mind.

His fingers dip into my opening. “So wet, such a good fucking girl. You’re going to take me so good, aren’t you?”

Oh god. “Tyler.” My climax rips through me at the way he’s talking to me, and I can feel him smile as he continues to thrust his fingers into me, still licking.

“That’s right, Savannah, come on my face. Use me.”

“Oh my god.”

“He’s not here, Peaches, but I am.” He adds a third finger and I cry out, senseless, as my body begins to climb towards orgasm again. “That’s right. That’s fucking right, Savannah. Take it.”

I lose track of what he’s saying, of anything but the delicious build inside me, his mouth making sloppy sounds. When he reaches up and pinches my nipple, hard, I come immediately.

Panting, I stare at him as he slowly kisses his way up my stomach, then lazily licks his fingers, one by one.

“I want you,” I tell him. “Do you have a condom?”

“Are you on birth control?” he asks at the same time.

“Yeah,” I nod.

“I have a condom, but… we’re married. And I’m clean.”

Suddenly, I’m tired of talking. I know what I need to know, and the person I so desperately need is talking too much.

I grab him, throwing him down on the bed, and his surprised laugh is cut off as I position myself over his thick cock. It glistens with precum. I want it.

I want him. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel, and I want to come again.

“Are you ready?” he asks roughly, and when I look back up at him, there’s a feral light in his eyes.

Then he grabs my hips and pushes down, and I tip my head back, a wordless noise coming from me.

"Fuck, Savannah, you’re so wet. So tight.”

It’s too big. It’s not going to fit. My eyes widen and I stare at him, short breaths.

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