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I wonder what else I can try.

Scanning the colorful array surrounding my girl, I stop on the packet of popping candy and a lightbulb moment happens in my brain.

I want her to watch this one.

Stepping around the table, I carefully remove her blindfold. She blinks a few times and looks up at me with her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.

I can’t help it. I grab the back of her neck and slam my lips over hers. As our tongues explore each other, I skillfully maneuver her onto her back, where she lies flat. As I guide my hand down her stomach, deepening the kiss, her legs open for me and I grin against her lips.

“Desperate for more, huh?”

Her fingers tangle in my hair as she tugs me closer and I circle her clit softly.

“I’m so fucking needy for you.”

“Good. Because I’m obsessed with you.” With one last hard kiss, I pull away and rip open the popping candy with my teeth.

Her mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ when I lick a straight line from her clit to her belly button. Pushing her thighs back even further, I tap the packet and watch the little pink crystals fall all over her pussy.

With my head between her legs, we lock gazes. I can hear it popping already.

“Oh my god, that tickles!” She shimmies her hips and I get to work, licking up every bit and letting them dissolve on my tongue.

Before I swallow, I let them crackle in my mouth and lean over her, taking her by the throat and prying her lips open with my thumb.

Gathering all the candy and saliva on my tongue, I tower over her and spit the contents from mine into hers and tug her closer before crashing my lips over hers.

She moans in my mouth, and fuck, I’m so hard it’s almost painful.

CHAPTER 92

LARA

My mouth tinglesand so does my pussy. I grab onto his shirt to pull him close so his weight is almost crushing me. Wrapping my legs around him, I roll my hips.

“Fuck. Me. Please.” I grit out each word desperately.

He’s had me on the edge so many times I can’t take it anymore.

A growl erupts from him and it’s all a blur, as he whips me up and presses my face against the glass. My hands instinctively splay out on each side of my head and he presses himself against my back.

The coolness of the window provides a sharp relief from the raging fire within me.

“Fuck. I love you,” he whispers against my shoulder, kicking open my legs.

“I love you too.”

“Good.” He taps my ass lightly.

“Now—” He wraps his hand around my neck and pulls my head back. “—you’re going to look at that pretty view while your husband rails you and watches your pretty reflection.”

He lines up with my entrance and holds me in place by the hip as he thrusts inside me, hard and fast, pressing my breasts against the glass. I suck in a breath as I adjust to his size.

He presses the points in my neck, enough to make me go fuzzy and have blood pounding in my ears.

He consumes me. He ignites me. He completes.

It doesn’t take long for him to get me back to the edge of release.

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