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“Still annoyed by this smart mouth of mine?” I ask, mocking him.

“No—God no, it’s perfect, you’re perfect, please—for the love of God—keep going.”

I grin, then begin circling the tip with my tongue while gently stroking his shaft.

He moans, threads his fingers over my scalp, and takes a fistful of my hair. “Keep looking at me, baby.”

My eyes water as I take him as far as I can, gagging on the sheer girth of him.

“Fuuuuck, Sabine.” He growls, the veins popping out on his neck.

At the sound of my name, a switch flips inside me, and I am suddenly dripping wet and throbbing like a jackhammer. I suck frantically, chasing my lips with both hands, stroking him into oblivion.

His words are unintelligible as his whole body begins to tense.

“Sabine. I’m going to come.”

Tears run down my face as I allow him to fuck my mouth.

“Can I come?—”

“Yes.”

With a guttural groan, he explodes in my mouth, shooting hot ropes of cum down my throat. I swallow it all—every last drop of it.

When I look up, Astor is gazing down at me, his face red, his eyes heavy with satiation. I wipe the corners of my mouth and wink.

“Jesus, Sabine.”

Smiling, I stand. “How’s that for a proper good morning? Now,” I flick my wrist toward the door, “carry on.”

“Oh, hell no.”

I’m lifted off the floor and tossed onto the bed like a rag doll. I giggle as he clumsily rips off my panties and presses open my legs.

“You have the most beautiful pussy, baby, you’re just so perfect. I want to taste every inch of you.” Astor buries his face between my legs, slides his hands under my ass, and lifts me slightly. “Fuck my face, baby.”

Moaning, I plunge my fingers into his hair while gently thrusting against long, wet strokes of his tongue.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he mutters while French-kissing my pussy with such fervor, I begin whimpering.

I writhe under him, my body feeling like it’s about to explode.

His tongue slides over my clit, back and forth, then circles, circles.

My eyes flutter closed, and once again, I feel like I’m floating. “I’m about to?—”

“Say my name when you do. You’re mine, Sabine.”

He clamps down, sucking hard while flicking the tip of my clit with his tongue.

I scream his name and come in his mouth. Wave after wave, I ride his face, whimpering, screaming, crying out. I lie limp as he licks me clean, swallowing every bit of my essence.

I’m hardly aware of anything as Astor rises from between my legs. When I open my eyes, I find him staring down at me, his lips plump and swollen, his eyes filled with emotion.

“Sabine Hart, you are going to be the death of me.” He leans in and kisses me on the forehead. “Two hours, okay?”

“Okay.”

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