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I need to give her this, to be what she needs tonight, because it’s been too damn long since I’ve truly mattered to anyone. I’ve locked myself into a life I don’t want anymore out of a misguided sense of making a difference.

When really I was just waiting for Lily to spread her legs and invite me to dive in.

Now her thighs are shaking on my shoulders, her sweet hips rocking against my face, and she’s so close, begging my name. I pulse my entire mouth against her sex, sucking and licking and pushing her to the peak.

If this is Lily’s first orgasm with another person, it’s a fucking gift. She arches her entire body as if flying, arms going wide, then coming back to my head as she shudders back to earth.

She cries out as her cunt floods my tongue with a fresh burst of slick joy, then whines as I try to latch on to her clit again. Even my gentle licks at the pearls sliding down her pussy lips get a whimper of protest. “Oooh,” she says with a shudder.

It’s not a no. It’s not telling me to stop, but I know she’s sensitive now. I know she can’t find the words to tell me she’s had enough. That she needs a minute.

But I’m just enough of a horny fucking bastard to keep licking because I’m hungry for her taste, because I’m changed, and now she’s inside me. I worry I won’t stop until I’ve consumed every drop of her, but when she pulls on my hair, I let her drag me up her body.

And then she kisses me, her mouth soft and open, her tongue lapping at my face.

She’s licking up the taste of herself off my skin, and I lose it. My hands dive into her hair, holding her tight as our faces smash together, the kiss turning into something else. Face fucking, I guess.

Hot. Mind-blowing.

So it’s only when I feel her hand on my cock that I realize she’s going to jerk me off.

I thrust my hips into her touch, her sweet little fingers almost too soft against my raging monster of a dick. Fuck, I’m close already.

And then I realize she’s not just jerking me off. She’s pulling off the condom I’m still wearing, sliding it down, and revealing the heavy, flared crown, wet at the tip. She’s eager to get her little fingers on the drops of seed I’ve made for her, eager to smear it around my erection and use it to tug me closer.

I watch in disbelief as she strokes me off between her legs. She points my cock at her bare little mound, and the only soundtrack is our gasping breaths.

The tip grazes her bare skin, and deep inside, something yanks tight. My balls squeeze, ready to spray, and I just need a few more strokes to get there.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” I murmur as she moves her hand up and down my shaft. “Make me come. What a gift. Yes, please.”

“So polite,” she whispers back. “So polite when I just want you to come on my thighs so I can rub it in.”

I roar in response, falling in, closing the gap between us, and what started as a hand job turns into a grind, her sweet body a cradle for me to rut against. My cock slides against the sensitive skin she couldn’t handle me licking a moment ago, and she gasps at the contact. It’s a good thing I didn’t fuck her tonight because I’m a beast just getting to touch the outside of her body, bare, with nothing between us.

She wants me to come on her body?

I’ll mark her with my seed from her pussy to her belly, then feed her whatever’s leftover.

My name is a prayer on her lips again as I hitch her hips into my hands, writhing with her. And then she clenches her thighs around me, and I realize she’s coming again. My sweet little virgin, horny as hell, got a second orgasm for her efforts.

I spill my come between us in hot, sticky spurts, and she kisses me again as I slide my big hand between us and press it into her skin.

Chapter 3

Lily

I spend a restless night dreaming of Sebastian’s mouth and fingers and cock and wonder how I’ll continue the ruse of having a job when I’m really a student. I let myself fantasize about actually having a boyfriend—one who likes brunch and sex andme, exactly as I am—before I crawl out of the cheap motel bed at dawn and drag myself into the shower.

I slept with the scent of his come between my legs, and I can smell it now as the steam swirls around me.

I’m still a virgin by some bizarre technicality, but last night changed me. Sebastian gave me my first real sexual experience, and it was amazing.

Also, deeply dirty. Wrong. Delightfully wrong. And more than a little depraved.

The way he buried his face between my legs. An absolute stranger. The way he ate me out like a man on a mission, hungry and starved for the taste of a woman.

I shiver and cup my breasts, my nipples hard against my palms.

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