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“Jesus Christ, Fionna. You are exactly what I need in my life.” He squeezed my tits together and buried his face into them. Taking one nipple into his mouth and then the next. “These fucking tits are mine. All night.”

My hands threaded through his messy hair while he made love to my chest with his mouth and hands. “I need more, Dagger. Now.”

“Baby, you’re gonna get all of me.”

Together, we managed to get out of our shorts. He leaned back against my bed, propped up on his elbows watching me slide my panties down my thighs, dropping them to my ankles.

He licked his lips. “Best dessert I’ve had in a long time. Get on your knees.”

My pulse quickened.

Oh, damn. Dagger was a bit bossy.

I kneeled in front of him. My hand went to his nipple ring, and I absolutely loved the way the sleek barbell felt. Dagger spread his legs, allowing me closer access and I leaned into his chest, taking a long swipe of his nipple with my tongue.

I smiled up at him. “I love this.”

His smile was boyish, sexy, almost embarrassed.

I reverted my attention back to his nipples, biting one and then tonguing the one with the barbell in it. The sensation of his nipple and the piercing along my lips and tongue was new. Different. It was a huge turn-on.

He leaned back further elongating his torso. I swallowed my confidence threatening to waiver at the twelve pack of abs staring me down. I liked the way he let me explore—taking my time even though my clitoris was yelling at me to sit down on his dick.

He shivered beneath my touch.

I dipped my fingers into his waistband, grazing the head of his cock. “Take these off.” I tugged his boxers down and his cock was so freaking long, it just laid against his pelvis.

Our eyes met.

How had he landed in my lap when I hadn’t known how badly I needed him?

He smirked. “What are you gonna do with it?”

There was this unspoken challenge between us, like who could get whom off quicker, better, faster. “Hang on for a wild ride.”

I went down on him, my tongue swiping at the little bead of moisture on his head before I took him fully into my mouth. He filled me. Was consuming me. Or I was consuming him. My mouth was stretched tight over his thickness and when I went all the way down, the groan he let out was lethal. His hand moved to my head, and I loved the possessive gesture. I kneeled before him giving him my all—giving him all the things I kept hidden from the world because most guys didn’t come through my small town and if they did, they seemed to be attached.

Dagger’s groans of approval egged me on and before I knew it, my jaw was sore and there was a slobbery mess all over my hand that dripped down along his balls. I wanted him to explode in my mouth. I continued sucking him with my mouth, stroking his length in sync. My body was on the verge of having an orgasm. Any small touch and my body was going to gush.

He flexed his hips up, fucking my mouth a little harder and a little quicker. “I’m not pulling out,” he warned.

God, no. Please don’t. But I couldn’t say that without messing up my focus, so I kept my mouth busy, taking him in as far as I could, wanting so badly to bring him over the edge.

“Fuck, Fionna.” His grip on my hair tightened and he spilled into my mouth.

Yes. This is what I need. I was missing this in my life, and I had no idea I was missing it until now. I gave one last loud suck and sat back. It took Dagger a split second before he pounced on me. He hooked his arm beneath my knee, stretching my legs apart for him to nestle between them.

“That was fucking perfection.” He turned his lips to my thighs, slowing the frantic pace between us that started the second he came into my door. “Now,” he looked up at me between my legs, “your pussy is mine.”

His threat was followed by his tongue lashing out along my slit. He kept one hand hooked under my leg, maneuvering me so I was spread against his mouth the way he wanted. With his free hand he made a v shape and spread my pussy lips apart, fully exposing my clitoris to his tongue.

The view from the top was too much. I wanted to die of embarrassment at how exposed I was to him, but that feeling quickly went away as Dagger licked me like a popsicle. “I think I’m going to come already.” It was a statement but a plea not to let me come over the edge so quickly.

But the second his fingers entered me, I fought against the pleasure of pain that grew from my clit and exploded through my body like a shockwave. I wanted to watch him, but my eyelids were sewn shut. His magical mouth and fingers pounded against me and inside of me and my mind couldn’t think beyond the pleasure of the way he kept hitting my G-spot.

I’m. In. Heaven.

Oh shit. My toes were barely uncurling but my clit was already buzzing again because Dagger was…sheesh, he was a man on a mission. His mouth was obviously an MVP in oral sex and the competitive part of me was a tad upset that he was giving it better than I did him.

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