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Grateful not to be the only one struggling with the whole take-it-slow stuff, I raised my arms to allow her to peel my shirt off, then stood, taking her with me. She yelped and I bit her bottom lip to remind her to be fucking quiet. One ass cheekfilling both my palms, I tilted my hips to give her access to my trousers, which fell to the ground shortly after.

I collapsed back on the bed, my hands in fists at my sides as she explored my body with delicate fingertips.

“Ash,” she whispered like I was her god, and she was praying for the first time in ages. Her nightgown had ridden up and slick heat rubbed through her lace undies, teasing my knot.

“You have no idea how good that feels, Firefly. Your cunt’s desire for me all over my knot. How mad are you trying to make me?”

“Only as mad as I am,” she retorted, swirling her hips again, coating my enflamed knot with sweet slick heat.

“Impossible. You’re madder than a bog troll.I’mthe sane one between us.”

She tried to respond but I made sure it died in her throat with a swift pinch of her nipples, maybe a little too swift by her gasp. Gripping her full hips, I manhandled her into spreading her honey along the base of my shaft and swell of my knot.

“Fucking flames, Firefly.”

“Ash.” Her voice was barely a rasp. “I need you.”

“Are you sure?” I paused, willing my heavy lids to pry open. My gaze shot to the vanity across the room, where I knew plenty of fun toys were hidden. “There are other ways. We agreed—ahhh!”

Her hand closed around my knot, and she squeezed like she was checking a lavaberry for ripeness. I could’ve ejaculated right then and there from sheer surprise and ruined all our fun.

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With a growl, I lifted her, situating her cunt straight atop my face. Bad as I wanted to, I didn’t need to fuck her again yet. A little taste to tide me over.

My world shrank to the feel of slick, tender skin, and the taste of cherries and almonds. I delved my tongue inside and tensed as, once again, I almost lost control of my own release.

So fucking gone for this woman, I might as well have stepped through the portal. Hypnotized, my tongue laved her clenching walls. She mewled and my cock twitched aggressively, jealous of how her inner walls tried to milk my long tongue.

A dainty hand closed around my horn, the other faltering before it tangled it in my hair instead. Then she fucking tugged, enough my scalp burned, and I lost all semblance of sanity.

One flick of the swollen pearl above her cunt spurred her into a frenzy. She rode my face with wild abandon, coating me from chin to forehead. On the edge myself, I matched her movements as best I could, dying to be baptized in her juices.

“Fuck, yes, Firefly. Cover me with your come. Fucking bathe me in it, Searra.”

“Ooh, Ash.” She cried my name, hips faltering, but I wouldn’t stop until she obeyed. I locked onto her nub and sucked in pulses, sliding a finger in and out to coax every sip of nectar into my mouth. She stilled, going limp until she was a suffocatingly sweet weight upon my head, trickling heat searing down my chin.

“Ash.”

More than a plea, my name was pure love, sugar-coated in demand. I slid a finger inside in time for her climax to take hold, fastening around my tongue and finger like her body expected to be filled with seed.

Searra falls forward, face buried in the sheets above my head. I take the moment to admire her, puffy and pink, her intimate hole fluttering as more clear liquid dripped onto my chin. Even her erotic little pucker clenched around nothing.

Scooting back until her slick left a trail on my bare chest, Firefly dipped down. I prepared for a kiss, but she licked the sides of my mouth instead, moaning at the taste of her arousal. The action was exhilarating and I claimed her mouth, swapping her come between us.

“I don’t want to wait,” she whimpered, her kisses blazing a trail down my sternum to lick up her mess.

“You’re not ready.” My dick protested with a painful throb, unsure why I was reminding her of her request. It wasn’t like I’d have the strength to stop her if she tried to seat me right now. “Your poor cunt is nearly virgin again, having gone so long without my cock to fill it. You nearly strangled me last time.”

“Not that.” Hell fucking take me, she flipped around, gifting me a stunning view of her ass as she situated herself face-first toward my cock. Her tongue fluttered softly as butterfly wings on the sensitive dip below my cockhead, lapping up the trail of precum that’d steadily grown. She licked every ridge up to my slit, where she kissed away the liquid seeping there beforesinking me into her mouth. I groaned and gripped the flesh exuding from her perfect breeding hips, sinking my tongue back inside her succulent cunt.

“Not sex. I truly meant it, about taking it slow.”

Hilarious as the sentiment sounded, garbled through saliva and precum, I didn’t argue. “Then what?”

“T-to court you—ooh,” she keened. Her words froze me mid-lick. “I don’t want to wait a fortnight.”

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