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“Noted,” I huffed on a breath. “What about this?” I rubbed both of my thumbs along the inseam of her thighs, right next to her clit.

She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. “Now, you’re just teasing me.”

I smiled cruelly knowing exactly what I was doing to her. Then, I lifted her thong to the side, revealing her pink sweetness. Charlie’s chest rose as she inhaled deeply. Keeping my eyes on her, I blew cold air over her sex and her head rolled back against the couch, her hands opening and closing against the blanket beneath her.

“Eyes on me,” I demanded, wanting her to watch me as I tasted her for the first time.

Those blue eyes slid to meet mine, nearly hidden beneath long thick lashes. When she locked her gaze onto me, I spread her legs wider and licked her in one long stroke.

“Ahhh,” she moaned, her rosy lips forming into a perfect o. The exact expression I’d wanted to see on her ethereal face for days.

She was sweet and salty against my tongue, and I loved every fucking bit of it. Devouring her with my mouth, I sucked on her clit. Licking every bit of her until she was soaking wet, her hips started to roll against my mouth.

“Don’t stop, Deacon. Please, don’t stop.” Her voice was breathy with need as I felt her legs quivering beneath my palms that kept them wide.

“Never,” I whispered.

I went to work, worshipping every little sound from hermouth as my cock grew so fucking hard, I thought it might bust through my jeans. With one hand on her, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants for some relief.

“You taste so good, beautiful. So fucking good. So sweet.” She smiled lazily as her hips circled, my lips and tongue claiming her again.

“I want you, Deacon. Ineedyou.” Her bottom lip quivered as she sucked in a sharp breath.

“I’m here, gorgeous. I’m here,” I whispered against her sex as she threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled me back to her.

Nothing had ever tasted so good as her against my tongue and I couldn’t get enough as I lapped up every bit of her. Suckling and pulling on her clit, I pressed my thumbs against the side of her entrance, giving her more pressure. More friction. More of what my woman needed.

“Close,” she breathed. “Deacon, I’m close.”

I hummed against her with pure male satisfaction. She was mine and her body answered to everything I was giving her. Like she was made for me.

Fuck. Yes.

Charlie panted as I swirled the tip of my index finger against her entrance. She bucked against me, trying to move herself onto my finger. I gave her exactly what she wanted as I slipped inside her tight, wet center.

“You’re so wet, baby girl. So wet for me.”

She nodded with a lust-filled smile curling the corners of her lips. “Only for you,” she murmured before my lips sealedover her clit again and I drove her buck wild with my tongue and finger moving in tandem, inching her toward the edge.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” she cried out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she gripped the blanket like it was the only thing keeping her tied to earth.

Working in long fluid strokes, I kept my tongue on her, loving every second of her sweetness in my mouth. I pulled my finger out of her and slowly added another one to give her the fullness I knew she craved.

“Oh my god!” Charlie lurched forward and gripped the back of my hair, riding my face like she fucking owned me. I nearly burst at the seams watching her come undone for me as her orgasm took hold, wracking through her entire body in quivering waves. Her legs shook as she fell back onto the couch and I came off her, retreating my fingers slowly from the tight grip her pussy had on me.

When she looked up at me with a satisfied grin on her face, I took my fingers that had wrung the orgasm from her and sucked her wetness from them.

“You taste divine, Sunshine.”

Chapter 16

Charlie

I’d done it.

I’d crossed the line with Deacon and there was no going back now. A part of me belonged to him–hadalwaysbelonged to him. Now, though, the fantasy of being with him had turned into a reality. It wasn’t just in my head anymore. The chances of me getting hurt were higher.

I knew this. Yet, I couldn’t get myself to care about that risk.

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