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“I’m on it,” I say, chuckling as I take off and kick away my jeans.

My cock is hard as fuck and tenting my boxer briefs.

Glancing down, then at Sammie, who’s now on her side and propped up on one elbow, I catch her taking in the view and licking her lips.

I’m glad we’re both so hungry for each other.

Her eyes move back up to mine, and, smiling wickedly, she crooks a finger. “Come here,” she says in a throaty, needy voice.

Kill me now.

I step forward till my legs hit the edge of the bed.

Scooting over, she rises to her knees, her luscious tits on full display.

Damn, I want them back in my mouth.

That may have to wait, though, because she’s pointing to my boxers and telling me, “Those have to go.”

“Yeah?” I jerk my chin to her and raise a brow. “Only if you take off those fucking little shorts first.” I pause. “But leave the skirt.”

She laughs. “You’re a naughty boy, Finn, aren’t you?”

Ha!

She doesn’t even know the half of it.

But she’s about to find out.

Sammie maneuvers out of her shorts and tosses them to me.

I easily catch them.

Looking smug, she says, “Done.”

“Shit.” I drop her shorts to the floor and get rid of my boxers.

We’re finally both bare, except for that little plaid skirt.

Perfect.

It’s all I can do to not ravage her, but she’s quicker. Winking at me once, she’s on my cock in an instant.

And…it…is…sublime.

The feel of her warm mouth expertly working me, while watching her take me in and out almost sends me over the edge.

Luckily, I have more control than that.

Still, the desire to reciprocate and taste her pussy is too much. I make her stop, then I lean her gently back onto the puffy comforter.

My fantasy is fulfilled as she scoots back, spreading her legs for me.

“Damn,” I murmur. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

I reach out and finally lift that fucking hot-as-sin skirt, before I lower my body flat on the bed until my head is between her legs.

Perfect.

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