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Pressing one hand around the column of her throat, I insert a second finger into her pussy and feel her start to clamp around me.

“…Twenty-six.”

Her legs quiver with the need for release.

“Wait for thirty, princess. Twenty-seven, twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Come for me. Drench my fingers with your cum, wife.”

She’s like a bomb detonating. Her orgasm explodes, her cunt squeezing my fingers like a vice. I’m so turned on watching her come, my dick turns to steel as her body is overcome with pleasure.

Watching Pepper fall apart is one of my top two favorite things in the world. The other is watching my son. Since he’s being taken care of by my closest friends, my sole focus is Pepper.

The way she arches her neck and opens her mouth when she comes is fucking erotic.

“I could watch you come all night long.” I kiss her breasts while she rides her high.

When her body relaxes and her unfocused gaze finds mine, I test the wax again.Perfect.

I tip the candle, let it drip on her arm and raise an eyebrow in question.

“Mmm,” she hums with satisfaction.

“How’s it feel?”

“Like hot water.” Her skin breaks into goosebumps where I drip the warm wax on her wrists, likely from the cold ocean breeze blowing across her naked body.

The female orgasm fascinates me. It seems much more intense than a guy’s. I want to make Pepper come as much as possible, so I can watch her experience the blissfully deep baptism into pleasure.

Moving to her torso, I let the wax dribble onto her stomach, and she wriggles.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. I like it, but it feels funny,” she giggles.

“I’m writing. Be still,” I chuckle.

Starting at her lower stomach, I move toward her breasts with the letters so she can read it when she looks down.

“What are you writing?” She asks, putting her head up.

“You’ll see,” I grin.

“Thank you, Matt,” she coos, relaxed from her orgasm.

“For what?” I pause.

“Bringing me here. Exploring your kinks with me.”

“I love exploring with you,chaton. Anytime, anyplace, I’m down.”

When I’m done, her torso has one large word written up it in vibrant red wax.

“Okay. Look,” I watch her face to see her reaction.

“Wanted. Seriously?” Her nose scrunches up in distaste. “IknowI’m a wanted fugitive.” She puts her head back down with a huff and covers her eyes with her hands.

Crap. I didn’t think of her mind going there.

“Hey,” I soothe, pulling her hands away from her eyes. I want her to look me in the eyes when I say this. “I wrote ‘wanted’ because I want you. It’s got nothing to do with the fucked-up situation some asshole put you in.”

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