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The flat of his tongue swoops from the bottom to the top of my slit, raspy and hot, eager, relentless. He’s lapping, and his blunt fingers are everywhere, holding me open, popping my clit from its hood. He sucks hard, swirls his tongue, but he has no rhythm, and he doesn’t linger. He’s eating me, feasting, pleasing himself, grunting.

His prickly cheeks chafe my thighs, and he nips at my swollen pussy lips. He’s like an animal.

Okay, he definitely doesn’t have a problem with how I smell. And no matter how I taste, I think he loves it. Tension I wasn’t aware I was holding leaves my body. He must feel my legs turn to jelly because he cocks his head and grins at me from between my legs.

“Want me to stop?”

“No.” Without a second thought, I push his head back down, and he laughs.

“Okay, baby.”

He dives back in, his stiff tongue plunging into my core and then lapping and rasping over my lips, inside my folds, his thumb circling my clit whenever his tongue ventures south. His other hand is wandering, teasing my nipples, gripping my waist.

My hips are rising, chasing that tongue, and I realize I’m grinding against his face. I try to stop, but he snarls, and he brings his wandering hand between my legs, slip sliding his fingers through my slickness, and then he begins circling my bottom hole.

I gasp. My legs reflexively clench, but I can’t close them. He’s a solid brace.

I used to like this sometimes. When I’d had a few glasses of wine. But I’m totally sober now.

And it still feels good.

He applies more pressure with his ring finger, as he eases his thick index finger into my pussy, laving my clit with the rough flat of his tongue. My channel contracts. The finger at my bottom is insistent, pressing past the tight ring of muscle, easing in, making me feel full and vulnerable and dirty. But in the best way.

“Good girl,” he mutters in my ear. “Let me in.”

He slips another finger into my pussy, pumping, and wet noises fill the air. I’m hot with embarrassment, but he’s so heavy, I can’t dislodge him, and somehow that makes the shyness go away. There’s no help for it. He’s so big; he can do what he wants to me.

My belly tightens, my clit aches, and the finger in my bottom is insistent. I have no choice but to let him in, and my mind lets go.

I want more.

Two fingers aren’t enough. I take my hands from where I’d mindlessly dug them into his hair to urge him on, and I grab the shoulder of his undershirt, tugging upwards.

He rises immediately, the most crestfallen look on his face. Instantly, it’s replaced with a cocky grin as I shove down his jeans and his boxers, freeing his hard, red cock, veiny and thick. That’s what I want.

I whimper.

“You sure, baby?” He’s braced above me on his arms, gliding his huge, hot cock over the swollen spot sensitized by his sucking and tonguing and stubble.

I guide him to where I want him, and he doesn’t need any more encouragement. He drives home, stretching me—it’s been a really long time—and then drawing back to pound home again, hard, like I want, keeping time with the crazy bucking of my hips.

“Cum on my cock, Mona,” he orders, slamming to the base, his forehead looming over mine, eyes screwed shut, sweat beading his brow. He’s braced on his forearms, as if it’s no effort, all that glorious muscle flexing. All I can do is hold on for the ride.

He’s hitting the spot. All the spots. He’s so thick, and he remembers how I like it. No holds barred. He turns me into a rag doll, driving me up the bed until I hit the headboard. I make a little oof, and he moves his forearm to protect my head, all the while stoking the fire that swirls and swirls until it explodes, and as my muscles spasm on his cock, he roars, filling me with his hot cum.

Oh, crap.

I’m not on the pill!

Panic flutters to life in my chest as my limbs goes limp. John stares down at me, worry hooding his eyes.

“Don’t panic,” he says.

He’s not moving. He came in me. I should go…uh…taking a shower doesn’t help. I know that. Morning after pill. Freezing dread creeps up my spine.

“You’re panicking.”

“I’m not on the pill.”

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