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My eyes roll to the back of my head as the pleasure takes hold, intensifying with each passing second.

When he slides his fingers inside of me again, I cry out, overloaded with pleasure. He flicks his tongue faster and faster while pumping his fingers in and out of me.

It’s not long before another orgasm hits me.

I come harder than I did just a few minutes before. Heat and pleasure crash through me like a tidal wave. I scream so loud, my throat aches. I’m thrashing against the bed, pulling at the sheets and tugging at Del’s hair.

White bursts flood my line of vision. I let out a crazed, drunk-sounding giggle. Del made me come so hard, I went momentarily blind.

My body starts to relax and I roll over, burying my face in the bedsheets as I laugh. Next to me the mattress dips, and I feel Del’s arm slide around my middle.

“Something funny?” he teases as he kisses my neck.

“No, I just…” I roll over to look at him. I cup his face in my hand and kiss him. “I’ve never come that fast or that hard with just my hand.”

“And my hand.” He offers a lopsided grin.

I laugh. “Okay yeah, good point.”

He pulls me in for another kiss. I moan into his mouth, savoring that glorious tongue of his.

I suck on his tongue and he growls. I claw at his chest, gripping the fabric of his suit. He leans up and I help him peel off his suit jacket and shirt.

He’s kneeling over me on the bed in just his suit pants. I palm his hard dick in my hand. His head falls back as he groans, then he peers down at me, his mahogany eyes on fire.

I hold his hungry gaze. “I need to ride your dick. Now.”

Chapter 26

Del

Aferal sound rips from my throat. Fuck me, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

I look down at Ingrid, her long, blonde hair messy, her skin flushed, her mouth swollen from kissing.

I run my tongue along my lip, her sweet taste still coating my mouth.

I still can’t believe how perfect this is—how perfectsheis.

I think about the way she played with her pussy in front of me, how she trusted me enough to do something so vulnerable. How she trusted me enough to let go and surrender to pleasure. How she let me be part of it—how she let me help her feel good with my hands and my mouth.

I have to take a second and breathe so I don’t come right here in my pants, like a fucking teenager.

Everything about this woman turns me on. Everything about this woman drives me wild in the hottest way.

I unzip my pants and slide them off, then slide off my boxer briefs. I grip the base of my cock, which is so hard, it aches. Ingrid’s blue eyes go wide as she watches me.

“You want to ride this dick, sweetheart?”

She nods. “Yes. Please.”

I lean down and fish my wallet out of my pants pocket. But when I open it, I instantly deflate. There’s no condom.

“Shit,” I mutter.

“What’s wrong?”

I let out an embarrassed laugh. “I thought I had a condom. But I don’t.”

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