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My lips are on hers again. There’s nothing gentle. My tongue needs to be inside her mouth. I need to taste more of her. Swallow down every bit of her. I tug her closer, rutting against her thigh so she can feel what she does to me.

When I pull away from her lips, there’s still a string of saliva connecting the two of us. I lick it and watch as her eyes flutter.

Moving my lips down to her neck, I pause to inhale her scent. She’s so goddamn sweet. Sweeter than any cupcake. I work a trail downward, over her collarbone and shoulder, playfully nipping. I want to leave bruises. I want to leave marks, but I can’t risk anyone knowing.

Nathan wouldn’t be happy if he knew my debauchery had extended into my work life.

One thing is on my mind. I drop to my knees, my hands keeping her pinned against the wall. My fingers hook into the waistband of her leggings and with a glance up at Aurora, seeing the glazed look in her eyes, I rip them down, helping her out of them.

She doesn’t put up a fight. Her eyes are glazed over with whitehot need, chest heaving as she steps out of them. She wants this as badly as I do.

I’ve never done this before. At least not without the girl pouting and begging and telling me Ioweher. I don’t even know why I feel like I have to do this right now, but I do.

Her pretty little pussy is right in front of my face, the landing strip of soft red hair makes it look even prettier. I put one of her legs over my shoulder and without any warning, I bury my face in her sweet cunt. Her fingers shoot to my hair, tangling in the curls and holding me in place. Not like she has to; there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

My tongue runs up her slit, teasing her and tasting how wet she is. I chuckle, stealing a glance up at her. “Aw, sweet thing, is someone needy for me? Someone desperate for my tongue inside of her cunt?”

“Shut up,” she hisses, gripping my hair a little tighter, trying to pull me closer.

“Uh-uh.” I run my tongue along her slit again, biting back a groan. “Say it, baby. Tell me you want my tongue in your pussy and I’ll give it to you. Ineedto hear you say it, Roo.”

Aurora groans in frustration, trying to buck her hips against my face. “Theo.”

“Say it, baby doll. Come on. Beg for my tongue in that tight cunt of yours.” I bury my face between her thighs and take a deep breath, my eyes rolling back. My cock is screaming that it wants to plunge into her. I lightly blow over her clit, savoring the way her thighs quake. “Fuck, Roo, please.” It comes out as a pathetic fucking whimper. Why amIthe one begging? “Do it for me, baby. Beg. I want it so badly.”

It feels like I’m teasing myself more than her at this point. Thank God my mouth is hidden because I’m drooling. I want to eat her pussy more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.

She whines and keeps trying to pull me closer, but I won’t givein. I’m a stubborn bastard and I want to see her break for me. Aurora’s fighting it—hard, but I see her green eyes soften as they relent, as she gives in.

Her grip on my hair tightens, hips rocking toward my face. “Theo,” she whines my name and I feel like I’m floating. “Please, eat my pussy. Please? I need your tongue.”

“Damn right, you do.”

As fun as it would be to keep her begging, I’m only torturing myself in the long run. I need this, too. Spreading her with my index and middle finger, I bury my face between the apex of her thighs. My tongue slides up and down her slit, collecting all of those sweet juices before I focus my attention on her clit. Sucking it into my mouth, my tongue flicks at the swollen nub.

Above me, Aurora is gasping. Her fingers stay in my hair. The sounds coming from her are going to be ingrained in my head. Those soft little gasps and cries are music to my ears. I slip two fingers into her pussy, feeling her juices drip onto my hand as I begin to fuck her with them.

All I can think about is making her come. I need to. I’ve needed to since the moment I first saw her. There’s not a better birthday present that I can think of than having her come all over my face, crying out my name. I’m determined.

My fingers curl against the spongy spot inside of her, pressing up against it as my tongue swirls around her clit. I bounce between sucking it and gently teasing it, figuring out which makes my Roo cry out louder for me. Her hips rock against my face, her fingers tighten in my hair.

“Theo!” She gasps out my name and I don’t care if the rest of the goddamn roster hears us. Nathan could walk in right now and I wouldn’t stop.

I look up at her, my tongue still stroking her clit as my fingers fuck into her. My eyes are begging. I’m weak for her. I don’t care. I need this as badly as she does at this point.

Her pussy squeezes around my fingers as the first wave of her orgasm crests. The cry she makes is more beautiful than any other I’ve heard. I don’t stop. I guide her through her orgasm with my fingers still inside of her.

“Good girl,” I murmur as I pull my lips away from her.

My chin is soaked. I lick my lips, tasting her salty sweetness. There’s a wet spot on my sweats from my cock leaking, desperate to replace my fingers. She doesn’t know what she does to me. When I finally pull my fingers from her, they’re dripping. Bringing them up to my lips, I savor the last taste of Aurora.

Looking at her now, she’s vision. A Renaissance painting. Flushed and panting. Her pretty eyes are wide as she looks down at me and I flash a smile that makes the devil look innocent.

Rising to my feet, my arm wraps around her waist. “Happy fucking birthday to me.”

I press against her, grind my cock against her sensitive core. I need to be inside of her.

I ask without words and my answer comes as Aurora’s fingers slip into the waistband of my sweats. She yanks them down to my knees in one swift motion. My cock springs forward, precum leaking from the thick, pink tip. When her soft hand wraps around my shaft, I feel like my knees are going to buckle.

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