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I squirmed beneath his mouth as he ate me before bucking my hips up to meet his tongue.

His hands gripped my hips tightly, and he tugged me roughly against his mouth, deepening his feasting.

The heat built within me as he ate, and soon, I was coming hard, dampening the table and his shirt with my release.

He didn’t stop. Instead, he pushed a digit inside me as he continued his onslaught. My body trembled with the movement, and I gasped when he pushed a second finger into my heat.

He was going for another one, and he was damn well going to get it.

I came for him again, earning that soft groan of approval from him that drove me wild. He slowed his work on my pussy before coming to a stop and pressing against my damp mound.

He straightened and stared down at me, his face moist from my orgasm, his shirt spotted with the wetness I’d gushed out.

My cheeks heated at knowing I’d done that.

“I like it,” he said softly, his dark eyes sparkling. “When you come on my face and cock. You’re my favorite meal, baby. If I were dying, you’d be my last meal request.”

My face heated further, earning a sexy-as-hell smirk from him while he undid his jeans.

With his cock in hand, he rubbed it against my damp pussy, teasing me for a moment, before he pushed his way in amid a soft moan.

I noted the slight tremble through his body. He was trying to be gentle with me. I appreciated that.

“Look at me,” he whispered, pulling out and thrusting back into me. “It’s me and you.”

I knew he was worried I was having some weird flashbacks. And honestly, I was. I’d been having them whenever I had sex, but I wanted to do this with him. With all my guys. I liked the way it made me feel. They tried to make me feel safe, and I wanted that safety. I craved it.

I focused on him.

“Breathe with me, baby,” he instructed in a gentle but rough voice as he pushed into me again. Out. In. Out. In. Slowly. Gently.

I inhaled deeply, my eyes focused on him.

“There you go. Good girl,” he husked out. “I’m going to go faster. Is that OK?”

I nodded, knowing how fast and deep Stitches could get. Then again, Church and Ashes could too.

He pulled out and slammed back into me, making me arch my back off the table and let out a hiss of pleasure.

With his hands firmly on my hips, he fucked into my body, clearly having something to prove to me.

He didn’t need to prove anything to me, though. He was my Stitches. My watcher.

Mine.

All mine.

Just like the rest of them.

I sat up, slowing him down, and crushed my lips against his. He groaned again as I shifted to grind on his dick, eager to explode for him.

Easily, he lifted me, my ass cupped in his hands, and fucked me that way.

I wound my arms around his neck and tried to match pace with him, but lost out moments later because I came hard, my chest heaving, my orgasm soaking everything.

“Fuck. Good girl. Do it again for me,” he said breathlessly as he lifted me up and down on his long, thick cock.

I came again seconds later, my body trembling, and my breath lost to him.

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