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“You were. You can.”

“Isn’t that degrading?” I asked, voicing what had lurked in theback of my head since she’d told me to get her oil. “I could never degrade you.”

Caroline reached out and cupped her hand on the side of my face. “No, love. Things aren’t degrading in themselves. Well, not most things. Anything can be done in a degrading way—it’s the intent.” When she smiled up at me, trust and desire clear in her expression, my heart lurched. “I want you to do this. I know you worship me.”

“I do,” I said hoarsely.

“Then worship my tits with your cock.”

Fuck.

Powerless to refuse a request like that, I unzipped. Her eyes lit up when I fisted my cock, and I couldn’t help asking, “You like that, Floss?”

My beautiful brat licked her lips and nodded eagerly.

It would be a miracle if I could find the self-restraint to last as long as I needed to.

Quickly, I shed the rest of my clothes. Floss watched me with hungry eyes, hands rhythmically massaging her tits, readying herself for me. She was so hot.

I steeled myself, and because Caroline was a brat and loved twisting the screws when it came to my self-control, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out over the horizon of her naked and oiled breasts, holding it out for my cock.

Speeding up the pass of my hand, I gave my dick a few twists, trying to mimic the feeling of fire that Caroline put in my brain with everything she did. I crawled up over her, my legs on either side of her ribs, stroking myself with hard pulls that presented my head to her.

She leaned forward to lap up some of the precum with the flat of her tongue. It made me wince, I was so painfully hard.

“Are you …?”

“Fine, good,” I said quickly, worried she wouldn’t do it again. “Very good.”

Caroline cupped her breasts, which spilled over her hands,and rolled her flesh in slow and erotic circles. I lined my cock up and slid between the pillows of her pretty tits, grabbing the wooden headboard over her head for leverage as I slid forward. Then she flattened one hand over her chest, trapping my cock in this sweet prison, which made me hiss.

I pulled back and slid in again with a groan, surrendering to a pleasure that was so good it made me feel like my sense of self was slipping away, and all that was left was my one true purpose: to fuck my soul into this woman.

As I thrust between her breasts, Caroline’s tongue danced around my tip, driving me wild. I was holding it together pretty well until she slid further down the headboard so she could pocket the tip of my cock in her warm mouth. She flicked her tongue around the underside of my dick as her breasts pillowed me from the sides, held together by her hands.

An eternity of this wouldn’t be enough, but it was also too much.

With effort, I fisted my cock at the base and pulled it from the beautiful vise of Caroline’s chest.

Breathing heavily, I looked at her carefully, searching for any signs of uncertainty. All I saw was frustration that I’d stopped, so I carefully took off the glasses she’d picked for me in Canada and folded them on top of the bedside table.

“Chase—”

I slid her strappy panties down her thighs and off, pushing her legs open to dive face-first into her pussy. She was so slick and ready we both groaned. I licked her with an enthusiasm that had been building ever since I’d met her, relishing her tangy taste. Her hands grabbed at my hair, and I smiled against her lips when she used that leverage to pull me closer.

I can take a hint.I scooped her lovely thighs over my shoulders so she could drench my tongue. As she gasped my name, I knew I was the luckiest man on earth.

CHAPTER 33

CAROLINE

Some guys mashedtheir faces into your pelvis and jabbed at the clit like it was the button on a claw machine and they really wanted the toy.

Chase, on the other hand,inhaledmy pussy. Every time I thought he was going to stop, he slid to a different angle, his attention focused and reverent. I clutched his hair and tried not to thrash my way right off the bed.

The man was going to lick me to death and I would die smiling.

“I love how you taste,” he murmured when he came up for air.

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