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Instead of making me work for it, she opens so that my tongue can slip inside her warmth to tangle with her own.

The first taste is dizzying and hits me like a freight train.

The need to touch her bare flesh spirals through me. I can’t stand the layer of clothing that separates us and keeps me from her.

I shove the jacket off her shoulders. That’s all it takes for the heavy material to drop to the floor at our feet. Her sweatshirt is the next item to be removed. We only break away long enough for me to whip the soft fabric over her head. Already, her blue eyes are dazed and lips swollen from my kisses.

Everything inside me swells.

I fucking love that I’m the one who put that expression on her gorgeous face.

It’s one that says she needs a good fucking.

By me.

Only me.

Unable to resist, my hands cup the softness of her breasts through the silky material of her bra. It doesn’t take long for her nipples to stiffen. I tweak the hard little buds until a moan slips free from her lips.

“Do you like that, baby?” I know she does. Every reaction I’m able to tease from her tells me so.

But I want her to acknowledge it.

“Yes.”

When I tweak them again in tandem, her pupils dilate in response.

“Do you enjoy the way I bring your body to life?”

Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. “You know I do. No one’s ever touched me like this.”

It wouldn’t matter if they had, but it fucking gets me off to hear her admit that I’m the only one who’s figured out the way she likes her body played with. What turns her on and makes her pussy sob uncontrollably. All I want to do is please this woman and give her everything she craves.

When it comes down to it, I want her addicted to my touch.

I want her in as deep as I am, with no way to get free.

I don’t even want her thinking about it.

The need to see her golden strands all long and loose thrums through me. It’s carefully that I pull the tie from her hair until the thick mass tumbles around her shoulders and down her back.

Only then do my fingers slip around her ribcage to unclasp the clasp of her bra. A few seconds of fumbling has it snapping apart. The thin straps slide down her arms until the sheer cups fall away from her breasts.

A groan works its way up my throat. “Fuck, but you’re beautiful.”

Unable to resist, I play with the stiff peaks before drawing one inside my mouth and then the other.

When another whimper escapes from her, I drop to my knees, dragging both the leggings and panties down her hips and thighs until the material puddles around her ankles. Her hands brace against my shoulders as she lifts one leg before doing the same with the other so I can strip the cotton away until she’s totally bare.

Her palms drift to my cheeks as I stare up at her. With her long, golden hair floating around her shoulders, she looks like an angel dropped from heaven. I could stare at her like this for hours.

My hands slide around her slender hips before pulling her forward until I can bury my nose against the V between her legs and inhale a deep breath, drawing her sweetness into my lungs. I’ve had my fair share of pussy, but none of them have ever affected me like this.

The small taste I had at the library has only whetted my appetite for more.

I’ve never been so hungry for a woman.

I knead her ass cheeks with my palms, loving the feel of her firm flesh in my hands, as I inhale her sweet scent for a second time. Her fingers tunnel through my hair as my tongue delves between her thighs to lick her. I’ve barely touched this girl and she’s already drenched.

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