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I pull away and sink to my knees. Reaching up, I slowly drag her thong down her legs. I help her step out of them and toss them to the side. I glimpse her perfect pussy, so pink and so wet.

My mouth waters; my cock is steel in my pants.

Gently, I run my tongue along her soaking wet slit. I groan at how sweet she tastes.

Above me, she gasps. She tugs her fingers through my hair so hard that my scalp burns. But I love it. I fucking love that my tongue is making her feel this good.

Slowly, I lap my tongue up and down her pussy. Her legs start to tremble. I pull away and look up. I drink in the stunning image: her chest heaving, her skin flushed, her eyes cloudy with arousal.

For a long moment, all I can do is stare at Ingrid. She’s so beautiful right now, I can barely take it.

I run my hands up the sides of her stomach and up her chest, cupping her tits. “So soft. So perfect. Every inch of you.”

She smiles down at me.

“I thought about you yesterday at the photoshoot too,” I say.

“You did?”

I nod. “I couldn’t help it. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life, and you had your hands all over me.”

She’s quiet for a second. “I was so turned on posing with you that after you left, I was going to go to the bathroom to touch myself.” She swallows, like she’s nervous to admit this to me. “But then I ran into Owen and well…you know what happened after that.”

“That fucking guy. I hate him even more now that I know he got in the way of you pleasuring yourself.”

A shy smile pulls at Ingrid’s luscious mouth. “Does that freak you out? To know that I was about to masturbate to the thought of you?”

I shake my head. She looks relieved.

“Does it freak you out to know that the reason I walked away so quickly after the photoshoot ended was because I was so turned on by you and needed to do something about it?”

Ingrid’s gaze turns fiery. Her smile goes from shy to sexy.

“Really?” she asks.

I nod. “I had to go to the nearest bathroom and jerk off immediately. I’ve never come that hard or that fast. That’s how turned on I was by you, Ingrid.”

My heart thuds as I admit this to her. A second later, she grabs my shoulders and pulls me up, then grabs my face and kisses me until I can barely breathe.

We break apart, panting. And then I cup her beautiful face in my hands, look her in the eye, and say, “I wanna watch you play with yourself.”

Chapter 25

Ingrid

Ilook at Del, speechless. And turned on. Really, really turned on.

“You want me to touch myself? In front of you?”

The corner of his mouth hooks up in the sexiest half-smile.

“Yeah.” His voice is a low, rough growl. It makes my pussy ache and heat flash all over my skin.

“It would be hot as fuck, watching you play with yourself.”

Nerves crackle inside of me at the thought of doing something so dirty in front of him. But underneath those nerves is excitement.

No guy has ever asked me to do that before. But I can tell how badly Del wants it. I can tell just how much he’s turned on by me. And it’s turning me on. So much.

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