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I want to tell him this is the first time I’ve ever experienced this, that he’s the first man to ever taste me, to ever take his time with my body, but I can’t speak. Instead, every word comes out in mumbled sighs as I grind up against his face.

“Oh God,” I moan, scrubbing against his beard.

He thrusts his fingers into me harder and sucks my clit, flicking his tongue against the most sensitive parts of me.

Searching for something to grip, I land on the edge of the countertop, scrubbing up against his face harder and faster.

“Good girl,” he groans, barely lifting his tongue. “Come on my face. I need it.” His words are mumbled and I’m not sure how any of this works, but the soft enunciation of every syllable sends vibrations through me and suddenly my eyes are crossed, my desperation is unleashed, and I’m screaming out for relief as I come all over his face.

Sawyer takes this as a license to devour every drop. He kisses my pussy harder, licks me deeper, and laps me up as though I’ve been all he’s been desperate to taste. My legs twitch and I squirm against his touch as I become sensitive to every sensation.

“Fuck,” he groans under his breath and drags his fingers out from my sopping wet core. “You’re so tight, princess.” Helicks his fingers clean and stares toward me, his gaze dilated, hungry, and wild.

“I need your cock, Sawyer.” I’m not sure I’ve ever been so needy in my life, but everything about this man has my body desperate for more.

“I don’t have protection.”

“I don’t care.” I sit up and pull him close, tugging at the belt of his jeans, dragging them to the floor with my feet. This is the first I’ve ever seen his cock, and dear Lord is it impressive. “I need you.”

He’s thick and long, much larger than anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s so large that I’m not sure how that thing is ever going inside.

My nails dig into his strong shoulders, and he growls low in my ear, the scent of my pleasure on his beard.

“If we do this, princess, I’m not letting you go. Not ever. You’re mine. No discussions, no nothing. You belong to me.”

I suck in a deep breath and stare toward the man I’ve fantasized about for years. The man I should’ve stayed with in the first place. The man that makes me feel things no other person can. I know this isn’t going to be easy, but living without him won’t be easy either. I can’t go back to that again. “I promise, I’m yours.”

He growls low and thrusts into me slowly, studying my face as he explores my inner depths.

“Fuck. You’re so damn tight, princess.” He pulls back slightly, then digs in deeper until the full length of his cock hits places I didn’t know existed.

I hang my head back as he fists into my hair and pulls ever so gently. “Come on, eyes on me. I want to watch that pretty face as you’re coming on my cock.”

He thrusts faster and I hold him tight, aching for more as he continues to tug and thrust. In and out. Faster then slower. Slower then faster.

I’m sure now that I’m at the bottom of the lake. This isn’t real.

It’s then that I notice headlights shining up the stone driveway. Shit! Maybe this is the tunnel of light everyone talks about.

Dear God, please let me finish this death dream before you take me. I need it! I need it so damn bad!

Closing my eyes, I focus on the perfect friction, but the light gets brighter and the stones popping under the tires outside get louder.

“I think someone’s here,” I pant as he continues to thrust and tug at the back of my hair. I never understood why people were into that until right now. With every tug, I get a little release of euphoria.

“They can wait.” Sawyer thrusts harder, his gaze focused on mine as he moves.

The friction is more than I can stand, and I feel myself edging close to another orgasm as a tall, frail man climbs the steps outside the front window. I can only see shadows through the thin curtain, but it’s enough that I know who’s coming.

“Oh my God! That’s my father.” I pant out the words as Sawyer thrusts into me harder and harder.

“I can’t stop,” he groans. “I’m so close.” There’s an urgency and carnal desperation in his voice. It’s a sound I’ve never heard before. A sound that lets me know he’s seriously not stopping.

A sound that turns me on, even more.

My pussy clenches tighter around his cock and a flood of warmth spreads over me as I scream out, “I love you, Sawyer!”

“I fucking love you, princess.” He thrusts into me one final time and growls as he tips into my neck, scraping his teeth against my shoulder. “You’re mine.”

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