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I don’t say a word. Instead, I reach up and pull him down for another kiss. This one is deeper, more urgent.

I’ve never been surer about anything in my entire life.

TWELVE

BOZO

I slant my lips down on hers, needing to taste her once more. Our mouths fuse together, and I run my hands over her body, tracing every curve and dip. God, she’s so fucking sexy.

Why the fuck haven’t we been doing this before now?

She pulls me closer, her fingers tangling in my hair. With a gentle push, I guide her toward the bed. We tumble onto the soft mattress, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths. My lips trail down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. She arches against me with a soft gasp.

I strip her clothes off piece by piece, revealing her smooth skin inch by inch. My hands caress every curve, loving how she shivers under my touch, her eyes dark with desire. I pause to drink in the sight of her, sprawled beneath me in all her naked glory.

"You're beautiful," I murmur against her collarbone.

She pulls me down for another searing kiss, her legs wrapping around my waist. I groan as she grinds against me, the friction driving me wild. My lips move lower, trailing kisses down her chest. I take one peaked nipple into my mouth,swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud. She cries out, her back arching off the bed.

"Please," she whimpers, "I need you."

I slide a hand between her thighs, finding her slick and ready. I stroke her clit slowly, teasingly, until she's writhing beneath me. But I need more. I want to taste her before I fuck her.

“Open up for me, baby,” I growl, my voice low and rough as I lean over her. She obeys without hesitation, spreading her thighs wide. I glance down and my cock thickens at the sight of her puffy, wet pussy lips.

I trail kisses along her inner thigh, loving the way her breath catches. "Con," she whimpers.

I bury my face between her thighs, inhaling deeply and savoring the intoxicating scent of her arousal. I run my tongue along her folds, feeling her body tense and hearing a gasp escape from her lips. She arches off the bed, wrapping her legs around my shoulders as I continue to taste and tease her.

I don’t hold back; I feast on her. There will never be anything as sweet as her pussy. She’s utterly soaked. She’s writhing in pleasure, grinding her pussy against my mouth. She wants more. I spear my tongue into her pussy and she releases a strangled moan. I do it over and over again, that husky hitch of her breath making my cock thicken. Christ, she’s going to have me on the edge without even touching me.

“Please, Con,” she says hoarsely. “Please make me come.”

I swipe my finger along her folds, teasing her, and she releases a strangled groan. I bite back a curse as I push my finger into her tight, wet, warm channel. Christ, I need to fuck her. She grinds against my finger, my tongue laving at her clit. Her body is tense, and I know it’s not going to take much longer until she detonates.

“So close,” she whines. “Connor, please.”

I add another finger, loving how her pussy ripples around them. Her body writhes with pleasure, her pussy grinding against my fingers. I roll my tongue around her clit, adding a bit more pressure than before. She moans long and hard. I switch it up, my fingers playing with her clit and my mouth at her pussy. I hear her breathing deepen and feel her legs tighten around my shoulders, and she detonates, her pussy flooding my mouth. Her words come out strangled as she orgasms. I lap up her juices, loving her taste.

I get to my feet and unsnap my button, freeing my cock. It’s rock hard and in need of relief. I position myself at her entrance, and with one hand on her thigh and the other gripping my shaft, I slide into her wetness, groaning at the sensation. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer as I thrust deep into her. The sound of our moans fills the room as she spasms around me in the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Connor," she whimpers, urging me on.

My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I plunge back into her, feeling every inch of her tight walls clenching around me. She cries out at the sudden change in position, but it only spurs me on.

My thrusts are hard and fast now as I chase my own release. And she's meeting every one of them with equal force, driving us both closer to the edge. Her moans grow louder and wilder, matching my own grunts and curses.

I can feel it building inside me, that familiar tension coiling in my stomach.

“You’re gonna come for me, baby,” I snarl.

I slam into her with relentless force, my body slick with sweat as I thrust in and out of her. Every movement brings me closer to the edge, my cock throbbing with need. I can feel her walls clenching around me, and I know she's close too. Desperately, I reach down and find her clit, rubbing it hard and fast as mythrusts become more punishing. She cries out, her head falling forward, hair covering her face. Her body tenses beneath mine and I feel the telltale signs of her impending release.

“Fucking come,” I demand.

Her body tightens and her pussy contracts around my cock. The feeling of her walls suffocating my cock is more than enough to pull the cum from my balls. I thrust harder and faster, chasing my own release. When it hits, it's like a freight train crashing through me, pleasure shooting through every nerve ending. I groan and bury myself deep inside of her, filling her with my cum.

"Shit," I hiss as I collapse on top of her, both of us panting and sweating.

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