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He teased me with his fingers first because he loved to torture me. I tried in vain to sink my nails into the sturdy fabric of the mattress as he rubbed circles on my clit slowly.

I’d dreamed of this so many times, and I always thought I was exaggerating it, that my memories of when we did this on the regular couldn’t have possibly been real. No way could anybody feel like this, like an out-of-body experience, like floating among the stars and shining brighter than they did, like exploding into nothing and everything at the same time.

Butit was, though. It was very real, and I realized that my memories had been perfectly accurate when he stopped rubbing my clit. He brought his hands on my ass cheeks and pushed them apart even further, then dove in with his mouth on my pussy like he’d been dying for it for real.

Pretty sure I didn’t pass out only because I was terrified of missing even a single second of this. The way he thrust his tongue inside me and then teased my clit and my wet folds, violently sucking and licking, was out of this world. He dove in with his everything, didn’t hold back for a second, and when he brought his fingers to play, too, I knew I only had seconds left.

His whole face was on my pussy, and the tips of his fingers teased my entrance, coming inside me just for a bit. I moved my hips like a mad woman, desperately trying to take them in all the way, but he didn’t let me.

That sweet torture was what brought me to the edge so fast, and the orgasm hit as if I’d been caught by surprise.

I screamed out his name at the top of my lungs, my senses no longer working, my entire being focused on the way the pleasure exploded all around me, inside and out.

Yes, it had definitely been real how he’d made me come. My memories had been spot-on.

And fuck, now I want more.

Chapter 32

Rosabel La Rouge

Present day

My body was weak, my limbs heavy. Not like Taland would let me move, anyway. He liked to take charge when we were like this—when weused to belike this. He said mypleasure was his pleasure, and the only time when he allowed me to move freely was when his dick was in my mouth or when I was sitting on his face.

I had no complaints whatsoever because I always came first no matter what, and my each and every need was more than met.

That hadn’t changed, apparently. Taland was still the same guy, and I was still the same girl I used to be, always hungry for more, always craving him like the purpose of my existence was to be naked with him forever and always until death took me away from his world.

Taland grabbed me and flipped me over again while I still breathed like I’d been racing and hardly saw his face inthe dark. My body could have been made out of liquid, and the grin on his face said he still liked to take every ounce of energy out of me like this.

“Are you happy now?” he said, grabbing my legs and spreading them to the sides as he slowly climbed higher between them, on his knees. He ran his hands up my thighs to my pelvis, his thumb pressing on my clit casually because he knew exactly how to fire me up again, just like that.

I moaned just as I was about to speak, my hips trying to shoot up, but he stopped me.

“Are you happy to have my face between your legs again, sweetness?”

Fuck, no,I wanted to say, but then he kept teasing me with his thumb and words kept slipping away from me constantly.

“You fool me so perfectly,” he whispered, his other hand reaching up to grab my boob. “You spin me around your little finger within the day.”

No,I wanted to say, but the best I could do was look at him, at that small smile on his face while he played with my nipple and my clit.

“Then you betray me, and you lock me up, only to have me throw everything out the window and end up on my knees for you again.”

His voice became harder, louder, and at the end of it he reached down and thrust his thumb inside me violently while he squeezed my boob so hard it hurt. It fucking hurt like I was being cut wide open, but the pleasure was just the same, and I couldn’t move away, couldn’t ask him to stop for the life of me. I enjoyed this pain he brought me too much.

“I end up with my face in your pussy—and you knowthe funny part?” Taland let go of my boob and trailed his fingers down my stomach as I watched, then grabbed his cock while he teased my entrance with his thumb.

“The funny part is that I enjoyed every second of it more than before,” he said in a whisper. “The funny part is that I don’t want to fucking stop.”

“Taland,” I breathed because I didn’t want to stop either, andlet’s never stop, let’s hide here forever, let’s never leave this building ever again.

But the sight of him touching himself like that while he touched me, and the way he increased the speed every second, and the way his cock looked so fucking delicious in his fist…

“Grab your tits for me, sweetness,” Taland said, and my hands moved even though I barely heard him. I barely blinked because I didn’t want to miss the sight of him jerking himself off.

He growled while I played with my breasts and tried to imitate the movement of his fingers on my nipples, but I never could get it quite right. His touch was something else, but I still tried as I moved my hips up and down, and I played with my boobs, and he played with the both of us.

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