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Knee-walking back to the edge of the bed, he slipped off, then crouched to unlace his boots and kicked them, and his socks, off.

“Nathan?”

“I’m here, baby.”

“Am I topping from the bottom?” Her voice was small and worried.

He gripped her ankles. “No. You’re just really fucking horny.”

“So, so horny,” she sighed.

“Still feeling like you might agree to anything?”

“Is there a wrong answer to that question?”

“No. Nothing you say will change what I’m about to do to you.” He put some steel in his words.

That was a lie, of course. All she had to say was stop, or any variation that meant stop. But he was guessing that right now—wildly aroused and deep in subspace—she needed his dominance to anchor her.

Tara gripped the comforter in her hands, pressed her face to the mattress, and moaned.

Plus, saying shit like that made her even hornier.

With a grin, Nathan yanked on her ankles. She yelped as he pulled her knees out from under her. Her body hit the bed with a soft bounce. Nathan slid his hands from her ankles to her knees, then using her legs as levers, flipped her over onto her back.

Tara gasped, staring at him with wide eyes.

He planted a fist beside her hip as he leaned over the bed. “Physics.”

Tara let out a startled laugh. “Fucking physics.”

The laugh turned into a yelp as he grabbed her knees and yanked again, dragging her across the mattress until her ass was on the edge, her thighs tucked against his hips, held in place by his hands cupping her knees.

He expected her to ask what he was doing, or to see her thinking expression as she tried to guess what was next.

Neither happened. She stayed soft and submissive, her expression relaxed and expectant.

Nathan switched his hold on her knees, cupping them from the inside, his palms turned away from his body.

Then he dropped to kneel on the floor at the side of the bed.

Tara’s fingers turned into claws digging into the mattress and she raised her head, staring at him with wide eyes.

Nathan grinned at her. “I’m hungry.”

Her eyes widened further, then her lips curved and she dropped her head back.

With a smile of his own, Nathan hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. The other he spread to the side, rotating it at the hip. He pressed her thigh open until it rested on the mattress, his hand braced and spread on her soft skin to keep her leg in the slightly awkward position.

He wanted maximum access to her pussy while he feasted.

Tara wiggled a little, flexing her leg. He gritted his teeth in a bid for control as he waited to make sure she was comfortable in this position. When she settled, Nathan hardened his grip on her thigh and finally—finally—tasted his girl’s pussy.

He started with one long, slow lick right up her center, using his tongue to further part her labia.

Tara arched up, her heel digging into his back, her thigh pressing down hard on his shoulder as her hips and ass left the bed.

All that from one lick? Oh, this was going to be fun.

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