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“Baxter says stop.” My voice rises with urgency.

She pulls away, looking up at me with her glossy lips. “What? What does Baxter want now?”

My lips curl into a tender smile as I brush my thumb across her cheek. “Baxter wants to bury his cock in your perfect pussy.”

CHAPTER 38

TAMMY

Holy shit. If that’s not the sexiest thing I have ever heard.

I’m so wet from going down on this guy and his glorious dick that I’m practically dripping.

It takes no effort at all to rise to my feet and ask him, “How do you want me?”

The thought obviously hadn’t occurred to him, so I crawl onto his bed with a playful giggle and give him a seductive look over my shoulder.

“Uh…”

“It’s okay.” I smile at his nervous expression. “This is gonna feel awesome.”

Brushing his hand over my butt cheeks, he tentatively gets on the bed, kneeling behind me.

His face takes on that wonder-filled expression, like I’m a rare beauty he’s discovering all over again. The pads of his fingers trail my back like he’s trying to memorize each curve and crevice.

It stills me. Humbles me in ways I’ve never experienced.

My body is this wondrous mystery to him, and he’s obviously loving unearthing all my secrets, peeling back new layers and discovering me in different ways.

Pulling my cheeks apart, he studies me like I’m a scientific discovery. It’s a little unnerving, but I can’t complain when he leans forward and licks my opening. His tongue plunges into me, and I cry out at the overwhelming pleasure. His fingers skim my clit, searching for that perfect spot that sends me over the edge.

Snatching the pillow, I bunch it, biting into it as he destroys me with his perfect tongue and fingers.

My legs are quivering as the orgasm rockets through me—an earthquake of epic proportions. My lusty screams are muffled by the pillow as the shock waves travel to the tips of my toes, but he keeps going, keeps touching me until I turn my head and beg for mercy.

“Stop, stop. I need you inside me. Please. Now.” The words are coming out in whimpers, and the relief that powers through me as he thrusts into my body is breathtaking.

Rising up on my hands, I move my hips back, taking more of him while he moans and grabs my ass.

“This is…” His voice gets lost to a grunt as he thrusts into me again.

“I know,” I squeak, about to beg for more, when he delivers with another powerful thrust that electrifies my body.

He’s deep and filling me whole.

I can feel him throughout my entire body and drop to my elbows, changing the angle. He groans, his fingers skimming down my legs and grabbing my feet. He pulls them up against his thighs and continues to pump into me. His rhythm is heady and addictive. I match it, taking in all of him with every thrust, until things turn a little wild and uncontrolled.

He’s about to come. I can feel?—

“Wait,” he whispers, slowing the pace, dropping my feet and leaning over me.

“Baxter says c’mere.” Cradling my beasts, he pulls me up so my back is resting against his sweaty torso.

The fire that was about to consume me settles for a moment as he draws out this erotic session on his bed. His lips nibble my shoulder, and I turn my head so I can kiss him. His tongue slides against mine—intimate and beautiful. Fisting the back of his hair, he rocks inside me while our tongues dance.

I start to lose my breath, having to pull away so I can pant and moan. That fire is building again, heat pouring through me as I drop back down to my elbows, fisting the pillow and groaning into it.

He grabs my ass again, his speed picking up while that fire builds and builds, flames licking every point in my body before consuming me like an inferno.

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