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“Look at you.”

“Oh God.” I moan, and my head falls back on my shoulders when he tugs both my nipples.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.”

“Bax.”

Hold yourself open for me, Oli.” I hesitate for only a second before I reach down and spread myself open for him. “So fucking pretty. Show me how you touch yourself.” Heat spreads up my chest to my neck, but I find the courage to slide my hand between my legs. Rubbing my clit, I moan when he licks over my fingers and looks up at me.

“Fuck yourself with those.”

Oh God.

With blood rushing to my head, I slide my fingers into my pussy as he watches, then places my feet on his shoulders to get better leverage. I swear I hear him growl in approval as I begin to finger myself slowly.

“Let me have a taste.” He grabs my wrist and brings my fingers to his mouth, sucking both of them with enough friction that I feel it between my legs.

“Definitely my favorite thing to eat.” He grins at me right before he lets my wrist go and wraps his hands under my thighs. Leaning in, he licks up one side, then the other, then his tongue flutters over my clit. Warm heat spreads from my scalp down my spine when he pulls that aching bundle of nerves into his mouth and pulls hard. Then his fingers join his mouth, and I lose sight of reality and become nothing more than a feeling of euphoria. Crooking his fingers inside me, he taps against that spot he seems to know, like the back of his hand, and his tongue picks up speed. The walls of my pussy clench tight, but he doesn’t let up. His fingers and mouth move in unison before I have time to brace for impact. “Oh my God,” I moan, coming so hard I see stars as I squeeze my eyes closed. With my orgasm still floating through my system, I open my eyes and gasp when I feel the hard length of him pressing against me through his sweats.

“I need to get a condom.” He captures my wrist when I reach for him.

“No.” I put pressure against his chest, and he backs up a step, giving me just enough room to get down.

“Oli.” He hisses as I drop to my knees in front of him. “Fuck, baby, you look gorgeous on your knees for me,” he praises as I pull down the front of his sweats and wrap my fist around him. Groaning, he slides his fingers through my hair, which has fallen from the bun I tied. Looking up at him, I wrap my lips around the tip of him and take him into my mouth slowly. “Oh fuck,” he bites out, gripping my hair while his other hand wraps around the edge of the counter.

Moaning, I swirl my tongue around the tip, then take him deeper. “Look at me,” he demands, and I lift my eyes to his. “Fuck, my girl looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth.” He cups my jaw, and I squeeze my thighs together. He looks the definition of pure male satisfaction, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter. Taking him deeper I suck harder then whimper in surprise when he slides his hand back into my hair and pulls me off him. “Come here.” He grabs me under my arms and lifts me off the floor. I don’t even have a chance to get my feet under me when his shoulder is in my stomach, and we are moving.

“Oh my God,” I shout, grabbing onto his waist as he starts carrying me up the stairs. “What are you doing?”

“I need to be able to fuck you properly.” His hand comes down hard on my ass making me squeak. Then, the next thing I know, I’m flying through the air and landing on my back in the middle of the bed. Pushing my hair out of my face I watch him kick off his sweats, then swallow when he gets onto the bed on his knees and moves toward me. Wrapping his hand around my ankle, he jerks me down the mattress and settles between my thighs. “This is better.” He smiles, but it looks predatory. Leaning over me, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth up to his. The kiss is messy and all-consuming as my hands move over him and his wander over me. The breath I was about to release comes out in a rush when I feel his hand suddenly between my legs and his featherlight touch there before he begins fingering me.

“Fuck I love how wet you get for me, baby.” He nips my bottom lip, then pulls back to look at me. “Grab a condom.”

I don’t know where or how I find the coordination, but I somehow manage to reach over my head and grab the box off the bedside table, even as his mouth moves to my breast, switching from one to the other.

“Got it,” I announce, holding one of the condoms up between us like a victory prize.

“Thanks.” He laughs, taking it from me, and then I watch him rip it open with his teeth and slide it down his length. His eyes come to mine as he moves his hand up and down his cock, then drops to between my legs. “On your knees in front of me, Oli.”

I don’t hesitate. I roll to my belly and move to my knees, and he moves behind me, spreading my legs wider with his knees. Then the head of his cock parts the lips of my pussy, and he fills me in one stroke. Gripping the sheets, I drop my head forward, and his hands wrap around my hips. With no other choice, I give myself over to him, and he starts to fuck me hard, rolling his hips into me, using his hold to pull me back each time he slams forward, causing my breath to hitch. The walls of my pussy cling to him and squeeze, wanting more.

“Oh God, Bax,” I cry out when he slides his hand up my back and wraps it around my throat. Pulling me up to my knees, he never loses the rhythm he’s established as he cups my breast.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he breathes against my ear, and I slide my hand between my legs and roll my fingers over my clit, then down to where we are connected. “Fuck.” He groans as my fingers spread around his cock. “You gonna come for me, Oli?”

“Yes,” I breathe as my head falls back to his shoulder. A tight knot forms in my lower belly, and my thighs start to tingle.

“You’re such a good girl.” He nips my earlobe while his hand on my throat tightens. “So fucking good.”

“Bax,” I moan, digging my nails into his thigh as I come so hard I shudder with my release.

“Fuck, Oli.” He picks up speed before he sinks into me one last time, planting himself so deep I swear I can feel him in my belly as he comes. “Jesus.” His warm breath brushes against my shoulder where his forehead has dropped. Wrapping his arms around me tight, he holds me upright, which is good because I’m pretty sure that I might just melt into the mattress otherwise.

Brushing his lips across my shoulder, he captures my jaw and turns my head, pressing his lips against mine in a soft kiss. “You, okay?”

“Yeah.” I nod, still feeling drunk off my orgasm.

“How about a shower?” He slides his fingers down the side of my face, sliding some of the hair stuck there away.

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