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I nod, unable to find my voice. His hand moves with purpose, brushing over my apex, and his thumb wastes no time finding my clit, circling it in tight, rhythmic motions. The sensation makes my back arch involuntarily.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration. “So perfect.”

As Bradley continues to work his magic on my sensitive clit, he slowly slips a finger inside me. The sudden intrusion startles me, and a soft gasp slips from my lips, drawing his eyes up to meet mine.

The feeling is intense, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort, but I push past it, craving more of his touch. I’ve touched myself before, but this is different—his touch is electrifying, filling me with a depthof sensation I’ve never known. The way he touches me, the way he looks at me, it’s like he knows exactly what I need.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his voice thick with need.

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Undertow - Bryson Tiller

I’m hitwith her scent, intoxicating and heady. It’s a mix of arousal and innocence that damn near drives me wild. Her pussy looks perfect, all pink and wet with her arousal. I keep rubbing Amelia’s clit with my thumb, slipping another finger inside, and fuck me, she’s tight.

There is no way I’d be able to slip inside her comfortably. If we go further, I’ll have to stretch her out a bit. Not to toot my horn or anything. A soft gasp escapes her lips, drawing my eyes back to her face. She looks at me, her lips forming a perfect ‘o’, while she props herself up on her elbows to watch me work.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur. “Taking my fingers so well.” I gaze up at her, taking in how beautiful she looks at this moment. The fact that she trusts me overrides any concerned thought I had lingering in my mind. There’s no turning back after this. I’ve crossed that line, fuck the boundaries and the voice in my head screamingoff limits.

Right now, all I care about is pleasuring Amelia. I can’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness toward her. The fact that she’s allowing me to do something so intimate warms me to my core.I turn my palm so it’s facing upward and curl my fingers inside her, feeling the soft, spongy part of her walls inside.

“Yes,” she chokes out, tilting her hips up. “Goodness me, yes. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing that.”

I smirk. “Are you going to come for me if I do?”

“God, I hope so. Yes.”

“Hm. That’s my good girl.” I move my fingers in and out faster, with deliberate care, not wanting to rush and hurt her, all the while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She’s so close; I can feel her walls starting to contract.

Her soft moans fill the room, spurring me on as I maintain a steady pace with my fingers. Her breaths quicken, each one coming out in short, ragged bursts. I can feel her body tensing beneath me, and I know she’s close. I lean forward, using my tongue to trace circles around her clit,needingto taste her.

She cries out, calling my name as her orgasm washes over her, “Bradley.”

I can’t help but groan as she releases herself onto my fingers. She pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. After a few moments, I slowly remove my fingers and insert just my index finger back inside her. Her walls clench tightly around me, pulsating from the intensity of her orgasm. She watches me as I withdraw my finger, which glistens under the soft lighting. Without hesitation, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, savouring the taste of her on my tongue. It’s tangyandsweet, like a forbidden fruit that only makes me crave more.

She nervously traces her lips with her tongue before asking, “What does it taste like?”

I lean in closer, my breath warm against her ear. “Like fucking honey,” I say, my voice low and husky. “It’s warm and sweet.” A blush instantly colours her cheeks.

She sits up, and I offer a hand to help her put on her underwear and pants. But as she looks down, her gaze lingers on the noticeable bulge in my pants, and my cheeks flush with heat.

“Do you want me to—” she starts to say, but I cut her off with a soft laugh.

“Don’t worry about me, Mills. This was just for you,” I reassure her with a gentle smile.

“But are you… sure?” she asks again, concern evident in her voice.

“Yes. It’ll settle down in a moment,” I say, pulling her flush against me to take her lips again. She leans in with a sigh, kissing me back softly.If you keep kissing her like that, it won’t, you idiot.

I pull away reluctantly, and Amelia nestles herself at my side. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both catch our breaths. The glow of the TV catches my attention for a moment, and the screen is lit up on Netflix, showing:Are you still watching,as well as theContinue watching or go backoption.

I huff a laugh at the interruption, and Amelia catches on, giggling beside me. The sound is music to my ears, and I can’t help but smile at how content she seems at this moment.

We linger there, soaking in each other’s presence. Eventually, she lifts her gaze to mine, mischief dancing in her eyes. “So, does thismean... you know... we’re a thing now?”

I smirk, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’d like that,” I admit, feeling lighter than I have in ages. It’s thrilling, the way we’re navigating this connection between us—just going with the flow.

It feels... carefree.

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