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“No. You’re a person. I don’t have a condom. It wasn’t the right time. But you… you’re still very wet.”

I continued rubbing my thumb against her clit, now three fingers inside her. My middle finger tickled her G-spot. She let out a moan,gripping my arm.

“I don’t need to get off,” Odette insisted.

“What if I told you that you getting off would be the best thing I could imagine?” I asked.

“Oh… okay.” Her breath was ragged.

“I’m going to fuck you like this. It would be best if you didn’t hold back, either. Just make a mess all over my fingers, Odette.”

She nodded, biting her lip. She tried to contain the noise but failed. She panted, writhed, and grabbed at my chest, digging her nails in. It only made me harden up once more. I so badly wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel this wetness and warmth all over my stiff cock. Her nostrils flared, and her eyes rolled back, giving way to the dramatic ending. She squealed in ecstasy, pumping around my dripping wet fingers. I pulled back and kissed her as she came back down.

Lifting her hand from my chest, I led it south. “See what you did.”

Her mouth gaped as she freed my cock from my boxers. I wanted to do something to her lips. I always wanted to. I was sure they’d feel fabulous wrapped around me, but I just wanted to be bad for now. I took the thumb that had been pressed against her clit only moments before and rubbed it to her lip. Staring dead into my eyes, she reached up, took my thumb in her mouth, sucked it, and then pressed it back against her panties.

“Do it again,” Odette said.

Who was I to tell her no?

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ONCE MORE WITH FEELING

ODETTE

Ididn’t know what came over me. Did I seriously suck my own juices off Wyatt’s fingers? What possessed me to do that? And who was I to demand he give me another orgasm? It was so greedy but wanted more.

As he looked at my pussy, slowly rolling his finger over my entry, my legs uncontrollably quaked. He’d given me what I’d cravedsomany times before. I could get myself off. However, Wyatt was the first man to manage it. I didn’t know what magic he worked, but I wanted Wyatt to bring me to another climax—tout de suite.

I gripped his cock, playing with the head. It looked different than anything I’d seen. I’d only seen one other penis up close, but I couldn’t find the foreskin. Was hecircumcised? Ingrid warned me that many American men were. How she knew this—given I knew shestillhadn’t slept with anyone—I did not know and did notwantto know. Either way, what Wyatt may have lacked in height, he made up for in length and girth.

“You like that?” Wyatt asked again, sliding his fingers inside me. He meant his cock.

“I wish you could fuck me,” I moaned. “I need you inside me.”

Maybe this was better? I was still on beta-blockers, and he was stillsobig. Guy’s cock couldn’t compete but remained serviceable in memory. Serviceable was best for the first time, right? What if we couldn’t get it right? What if I bled everywhere?

“Relax,” Wyatt said, reading I’d gone into the abyss.

He kissed me, slowly rubbing the spot that brought me to orgasm last time. I moaned low into his mouth and pumped his shaft. Wyatt tortured me with slow strokes of his fingers against the swollen, desperate part of me. Meanwhile, I pumped up and down his cock, pulling wetness down from his head—precum. I’d gotten him so excited and just wanted to make him happy.

I panted and pulled back, giving over to the pleasure building in my centre. He slowly and deliciously thrust his fingers in and out of me. My legs twitched when he went particularly deep with his fingers.

“More?” He asked.

I nodded. Wyatt slid another finger in, filling me further. It felt dirty but also amazing. I shivered and sputtered, “Yes, please. Harder.”

Where I got any of these words from, I didn’t know. It was probably that stupidBillionaires Bossesbook. And yet, I did want more. I looked into his eyes and saw his expression change. He looked pained. I worried I was hurting him somehow. Then, I felt something running down my hand. He’d cum. I wanted to be disgusted by it—I didn’t like to be cum on—but I was too far in my head. Instead, I wiped the cum on his hip and moaned louder. I was so close—impossibly near.

“Once more. Can you cum for me, Odette? Make a mess right here on my fingers?”

“Yes, Wyatt,” I said breathlessly. “Yes.”

“Good. Cum for me, Princess.”

It was dirty and wrong. I was going to hell, but damn, I wanted this! No matter what, I was over the bridge and gone. I held his hand against my entrance, clenching around his fingers inside me, and shouted.

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